User blog:MichaelDiaz101/What Happened?

'''Author Notes: I'm sorry for these really angry pieces, but I've been so emotional these past few days so I thought this would truly aid me. My mind has been racing and writing has been my aid.'''

Many people attempt to deconstruct the mind of Andy Tellar. Perhaps he came from a poor background, maybe he was abused, or maybe his parents left him well into his youth, thus giving him a severed view of the world and the people who lie within.

Honestly these speculations could be further from the truth. He didn't come from a rich background but his parents earned enough, so much that their boy would never be forced to rely on poverty merits to get by. They loved him dearly, his parents were both even well immersed into the 'ending world hunger' cause. So how did this spawn of the devil come to be?

At eleven years old Andy began to grow ashamed of his parents. His rage grew when they would discuss their luxuries and act as if they were so perfect. Andy hated this, chaos was always the thing that lie within his mind.

When he would sit in the grass, playing with his knife collection that he smuggled into the household he would dream of causing chaos. As if the world around him were so fragile, and just one piercing would tear this thread of fragility. Andy tried to find his own crowd in school. Not even the Punks liked his methods. They were too busy wearing their macho leather jackets and smoking to their heart's consent.

His parents soon became so apart from him that they began to ignore him, he was different, odd even. Their mold of perfection had no room for him, their own child. So they began doing things and completely disregarding him. Andy didn't care. He'd plot his next move, and so forth. His parents actually thought he should be institutionalized, but that requires actually taking the time to see their disgruntled boy.

"Their life is perfect, it'd be more perfect if I didn't exist." He once remarked to a teacher at 13. The teacher didn't care, so he didn't care. It's not like he cared about being known, or loved. Those things disgusted him.

He was his own mercenary, soon the trouble began to be seen by his parents. He made a girl cry, inevitable call home. His parents didn't beat him though, they just locked him away in the house hoping the trouble would die down. No lecture, no mind.

Or he wrote a disturbing poem that really sparked outrage at the school and his parents had to go in to see. Andy was in the room when his parents, idle in their sick fantasy, talked about what actions should succumb to their young boy.

Andy was glad he was free of his parents influence, he hated their outlook, it was so closed minded and weak. A sheer failure.