Extra 1: Solitary Confinement

They said: here's where I'd be resting from now on.

Nobody would be there.

Nobody could hurt me.

It's a place so dark without a sound. Even the ringings of my ears could not be heard.

I was calm and content. The world who had thrown and abandoned me; denied my talents and disregarded my efforts—it was no more. All of it had already been destroyed.

Now all I had to do was just wait, until my time came to end. Just waiting.

Softly, of serenity and tranquility. Take a deep breath; push and pull together. Relax and calm down, because nothing else really matters.

Everyone had already died. I was the one who killed them. Because they deserved it? No.

They're simply too good for this world. They deserved a much better place than here.

In this quiet silence, only sounds of dripping could be heard. It was a pleasant sensation where I cut myself again and again. The knife I held, its blades prim and proper from my blood.

So fun and exciting, the way I last carved the face of everyone I hate. I made sure to skin their brains and separate every strand of it. After that, I'd get a tomato ketchup, smear it and made Mom's Spaghetti.

To beat them up until the only thing they could utter were screams. Breaking their will first before their skin and bones, to the extent their only wish was dying.

First of all, ripping their tongues off was necessary as I don't like those who talk back. Even a single word would cause me to flare up and made their deaths quick and merciful. That's the last thing I ever wanted.

What's the cause of this hate? It was simple. If you're not my friend; you're my enemy. The most hateful people of all were the ones who stood neutral.

Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill everyone. Torture them; don't ever give them a quick, merciful death.

Rape everyone. Be it men or women. Elderly and children. Disabled physically or mentally. Don't even exclude completely normal people. No matter the race, nationality or sexual orientation, all of them deserve to die. Be it straight, bi, lesbian, gay or transexual—I hate everyone all the same.

Don't even spare animals, fungus, plants, and microorganisms. Virus, quark, gluons, atoms, elements. They would all die. In. My. Hands.

Finally, the last deed would be done. To kill myself, over and over until I die. Sever my arms and feet, carve my own face, slit my throat; gouge my eyes open. Feed my genitals into their genitals; cut my own nipples and tie it along with billions of nipples present. I'd rip my tongues off and shove it into my butthole. I'd cut every part of my body; flush it down the toilet and finally end everything.

I wish to finally give up on life and say goodbye from this world.

Goodbye, my friends. I won't ever miss you again.

Right, I have no friends and family. I killed and raped them all. If they're already dead, I dug up their corpse and had sex with their bones and rotting body. If there's nothing left, I'd even penetrate the soil.

The only taste in my genitals were those of dead bodies and fertile ground.

...and it's fine.

After all, I'm already dead inside.