Unravel The World

CHAPTER 1

BEGINNING

I hate everything. I hate people. I seriously want to be left alone.

I don know if anyone out there can relate, maybe you feel like you get what Im saying but you
e wrong. And if you try to compare my life to yours then you
e hopeless.

Ive always hated people, no, strongly disliked the world from a younger age.

Other people had friends, thats cool and you would like to add me to that list of friends to become a lackey in a meaningless relationship? No thanks. I was nine and pompous then.

What of when I was thirteen? I was even more pompous! Plus I had discovered the internet at that time so I could share my bright ideologies to the world.

[Great dance trio! Except for the fat one, she looks like she was being dragged around by the earths rotation]

[Your SikSok only has as many likes as your remaining braincells…because you
e a blonde?]

I was at the top of the world, I even started making something of a name for myself. It was PoisonDragon1255 actually and it was the name of a troll

I never thought of using my skills to form something of a shaderoom for the entertainment of others, nah I was going to continue doing what I was doing and NOT become a dog of society, which means no jobs, no work and no ties to society.

My haters and adoring fans, I only cared about calling it how I saw it and I was convinced that only I saw things for what they really were. Only years later did I realize that I had wasted a lot of potential income.

I didn need that income in my teens anyways, I was being sheltered by my uncle throughout my childhood. A victim of orphanhood is what I was not. I was pampered and got whatever I wanted but he was always busy making preparation of my ascension to the throne.

Apparently my parents were the Royal King and Queen of a certain part of Nigeria. I was a Nigerian prince. And I was like okay.

But what type of prince spends his entire day(after school) trolling people?

Anyways I was set to ascend the throne yesterday so how did I end up here in a reception of a mental hospital already decked in a pure white straitjacket?

It all started when my main twitter was hacked, stuff was leaked and it ended up being traced back to me in my room of darkness. It ended when distant relatives rallied together to take advantage of my Uncles sudden absence to stir shit up.

I didn recognize most of them but the one leading them I did. The one with thick dark eyebrows and natural dark eyeliner was the number one opposer to the throne and that was before he heard about what I did in my spare time.

In the time it takes for me to skim across an average Youtube video before writing scathing comments and MUCH before my actual Uncle came back, I was simply put, ousted.

The faction that supported the old king and queen couldn wrap their heads around why the usual well-mannered and
ice prince would have a hobby that centered around causing misery like that and in the end Dark-Eyeliner masterfully twisted the subject to a problem with his psyche and the people wholefully supported him!

Saying that I shouldn resist, its for my own betterment or just plain lamenting how my dead parents would be distressed seeing how their son turned out.

At that moment all the clever witty remarks I could have said if I was behind the safety of my screen were gone, how could I resist when not one but an entire crowd of people were crowding me out, my brain stopped working and here I am now.

The second uncle who I will call Dark Uncle was inside talking to the owner of the Mental facility leaving me with the warden? who also does the work of a clerk.

Before they went into the office together I saw the both of them clearly exchanging pleasantries!