The Devils Hands

This is a small piece about a boy who started a wave of bullying for my sister and I in middle school


At a young age I was introduced to the devil. He was handsome, popular, loved and he held the entire school in the palm of his hand. The very hand that tipped over the first domino.

One day we were children and the next day, we weren’t. We were monsters, I shed blood defending what little of mine was left to defend but in the end we were outnumbered. We plunged our white flags into the soil and we left.

Years later I met the devil again, he was just as handsome as he had been before. His boyish good looks exchanged for a mans. As fate would have it he was my neighbor now and I can guarantee he didn’t recognize me. I imagine he never thought twice about us...but I remembered him and I remembered what he set his wolves out to do.

At the end of the world, I will always remember him.

By The Ink & Salt Club

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