Humorous Despair (Updated)

"Haha!"

I giggle as I focus all my attention on the TV screen in front of me. I'm rewatching a popular anime series called Overlord for the sixth time in a row. I've already read the light and web novels which fueled my addiction and imagination for the series as a whole. However, due to my childishness, I find watching the anime more appealing as you get to see a visual.

"STO-!"

I heard a muffled sound coming from behind. It was abrupt, a blow, then I heard a thud. I looked behind me, and on the wall I saw a humanoid shadow, like a scene in a movie, to let the suspense take hold of the watchers. But this wasn't a movie, and no form of suspense or expectation was welling up inside me. Only…a profound sense of disgust.

The shape of the shadow was clear, broad, with a body shape that belonged to a man. The shadow raised its hand, the orange light only making it seem more menacing, the motion seemed strangely slow in my eyes, until… like the axe of an executioner, the hand fell down in a sharp motion that could even qualify as practiced, made and repeated dozens if not hundreds of times.

The lights flickered for a second, like a fire or a torch. Seconds later the sound repeated.

"I-I SAID STOP!"

The sudden cry was heard once more, this time more vividly. It seemed to belong to a wounded animal with how hoarse it sounded. But already know who it belonged to, this scene was like an act from a theater, that repeated again and again and again, but it wasn't an act.

'Mother' I thought

The sound repeated, this time sharper. I recognized the sound of a slap, but it was accompanied with another sound, the same one when you suddenly raise your head under a table. I deducted she hit the locker, the one in the corner of the kitchen, it was the best place to beat her, given that she couldn't flee from there.

Hm? Me? I did nothing. I definitely won't stop what she deserve, the more time he spends beating her is the less time they 'both' spend beating me.

"Why do I have to go to fucking war just because of a few rules! I shouldn't have to risk my life for them!"

"Stop! It hurts, don't take your anger out on m- Argghhh!"

Oh right, my father has been talking about a letter he received about going to war or something like that. Apparently, a war is about to start, causing the country to be in turmoil. However, this doesn't concern me.

I turn around towards the TV screen to continue watching my favorite anime but my body starts to ache from the bruises on my body. Ouch, that stings! I massage my bruises and turn the volume up on the TV so I can ignore the screams from the kitchen. I easily tune out the yelling and get back into the show.

I sometimes wish I could leave this world, imagining myself as a strong character in the Overlord anime when I'm about to sleep. I imagine myself flying with super magical abilities, fighting dragons, and even creating my own strong NPC's just like Albedo. This doesn't last very long though, due to my mother. She repeatedly brings me back to reality. She occasionally has outbursts and punches me or beats me saying that it's for my own good. Of course when I was younger I had to endure it. But as I got older I did try fighting back.

Unfortunately that's when my father joined in, having his fun. Do they see beating me as some sort of activity?

I'm no fool, I understand my situation which is why I know that I am not liked by my parents. I wasn't allowed to go to school like normal kids, nor have I gained a single friend due to my parents. It's like I'm hidden from the world itself. Fortunately, this doesn't bother me in the slightest, I've tried homeschooling myself and the topics were very unchallenging at best. My parents also noticed my intelligence which they also used as an excuse as to why I don't need to go to school.

*Gurgle*

I look down towards my stomach and rub it. I'm hungry. I look towards the kitchen once again and see that my parents are even more violent than before. Now my mother is smashing my father with different items she can find in the kitchen. *Sigh* that will be a pain to clean up. Hopefully they don't force me to do it. I turn my head back towards the TV, I choose not to go inside of the kitchen to look for food. It's the most logical thing to do since I would rather not be hit.

*Gurgle*

Mhmm. I grunt a little due to my hunger. My brain subconsciously started to imagine my favorite food, Bread. Bread is my favorite and only food I've ever tasted. Literally all I've ever had was bread. My guess is that my parents did this so I wouldn't grow any muscle correctly. This would make their activity of beating me much simpler. I'm 15 however my body is basically around 13, Pathetic… I occasionally see my parents eat other foods like meat or even some fancy food like lobster without me however it doesn't bother me. Bread is enough, it's white and fluffy. My mouth starts to water up due to my imagination and I swallow. No! I cant go into the kitchen right now, I should just calm down.

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I've watched four episodes now and my parents have decided to stop arguing and fighting. Instead, now I hear slight moans and kissing sounds. I'm still hungry, but I'm afraid I'll be scarred for life if I go inside the kitchen so I've just decided to keep my attention on the TV.

The fifth episode ends and as I reach for the remote to change to the next episode the TV starts to make an alert sound, kind of like an alarm.

"We interrupt this program. This is a national emergency, important instructions will follow..."

My parents heard this and rushed into the living room. I looked at them oddly for a second. Then turn back towards the TV.

"This is not a test, a nuclear attack was commenced against the Country. Multiple nuclear bombs have been detonated in several areas across the country. They include..."

The voice from the TV starts to name places where these nuclear bombs are being detonated. Soon I hear a yelp from my mother and small cries from my father so I look towards my parents. Yeah, if it isn't obvious we're in one of the listed areas. I should be scared but for some reason…

"..ha....ha...hahahaha"

I giggle underneath my breath. Seeing them so terrified is for some reason making me feel happy. Seeing them so fearful, the way they make me feel, is so soothing.

Unfortunately, my laughter was caught by my father as he turned around and slapped me with his backhand. I fell on my hands on the ground with blood leaking out of my mouth.

"You fucking idiot, why are you laughing?!"

As my father screamed this at me my eyes were only focused on his terrified face. This caused me to laugh a bit higher then before. It's just too funny to me how miserable they look.

*Bash*

As I continued to laugh my mother kicked me in the back of my head causing me to fly towards the wall. This caught me off guard which made it quite painful. As I rubbed my head my father rushed and kicked me in the stomach making me lose my breath. As I started to gasp for breath my father grabbed me by my hair lifting me. As I didn't have much weight it wasn't as hard to lift me, but being lifted by the roots of my hair stung painfully. I closed my eyes tightly and gritted my teeth reaching for my head.

"You little shit, do you not understand what this means, we'll die! Not just us, but you too!"

I opened one of my eyes to see my father with a snot running down his nose. He was crying like a baby, which made me smile slightly. My father saw this and tired punching me more in my stomach. I moved with as much speed as I can and pushed both my hands to stop the punch. However he swiftly punched me one last time in the face. My body went flying towards a window in the room. I could feel one of my teeth's are missing and another is loosened. Out of nowhere my mother ran and kicked me.

"After all we did for you, this is how you treat us. We clothed you. We fed you. We fucking brought you into this world!"

After every sentence my mother said she kicked me even harder. *BANG* I heard a loud 'boom' sound coming from outside but I couldn't look because I was still trying to gasp for air. My mother stopped kicking me as she was frozen in place looking out of the window. After a few minutes of catching my breath, I get up and look outside of the window.

What I see is a big cloud in the distance that looked like a mushroom. A huge cloud of death… My stomach rumbled again due to my hunger.

'Fuck… this isn't the time to be hungry…but looking at this cloud it kinda resembles bread.' My thoughts were caught short by the screaming coming from my parents.

"FUCK WERE GOING TO DIE"

"DAMMIT WHY ME?!"

My parents screamed. I'm still breathing heavily from the beating I just received from my parents however seeing them panic made me feel ecstatic. I started to laugh once again, this time even louder to make them even more miserable. They don't seem to care about me as they continue their ranting about not wanting to die.

I'm also scared however seeing them so unhappy makes me happy. My laughing was cut short as a huge wave of adrenaline swarmed through my body and I shot up charging towards my father to try and strangle him. Unfortunately… I was to slow, out of nowhere a huge wave smashed into us knocking all of us away along with some big parts of our house.

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"Hah....hah..."

As I wake up from being unconscious I look around at the devastated buildings and see my parent's bodies laid unmoving. They're not breathing...ha..haha-Ouch! My laughter is cut off by a huge pain in my stomach. I looked down towards my stomach and see that a sharp piece

of a building or rock is impaled in my stomach.

Seeing this now the pain is doubled. Before due to me not being conscious of the sharp object the pain was minimum but now it hurts like hell. As I lay my head back down, once again I taste the familiar flavor I'm so used to. Iron, the metallic taste of blood putrid my taste buds. Tears began to fall down my face but I try to stay positive. I'm sure I'm about to die since my body is starting to become cold. I remember reading a book about when humans die.

My brain replayed the memories of myself trying to homeschool myself. It shows me the times where I used to look out he window at the kids that used to play with their friends while I was stuck inside of the house. Huh? Is this the process where it shows the person their last memories before death? So I really am going to die then? Tears now flooded my eyes… I'm scared. Even though I laughed, I'm scared just like my parents. I couldn't even get a chance to fight back. Even though they are dead now, the satisfaction of grabbing his throat is nonexistent. I have wanted to leave this world and go to a much more fun world where I could have freedom but this is scary. What will happen when I die? Will I just disappear forever?

My eyes are now not working. Even though my eyes are open, I don't see anything. It's completely dark. Fortunately, the pain has disappeared now. My breathing is very little so I assume I'm probably a couple of steps from death. Is God real? Or reincarnation? If so, I hope I leave this world and never come back. I hope my parents go to hell. My life was pretty dull so anything would be better than this. God… if you are real… I've never really had anything in life. Although it was nothing compared to other kids I still had my favorite show… overlord. If possible… I would like to go there in another life.

"Very well child"

Huh?...