Chapter 276: The Life of Hart (1)

Moby took a small pause to assess the situation and what was going on, trying to read all of their faces along with inner emotions until his eyes took a glance at a certain paper making his eyes almost burst through his Jacket.

"Is that…"

He took a chair out from beside Ray and sat down with a serious yet bewildered look in his eyes looking at the paper in his hands.

"That's Alex's handwriting… Where did you get that?"

Ray looked down, unable to face Moby's gaze as he responded. 

"He left it on his bed… I found it the other day by accident… This houses his final message to us and things he wanted to be known. And, just to let you know, I already read the whole thing by myself..."

"Yeah… So he went in really expecting death?"

Moby shook his head before continuing. 

"I would like to read that out loud if you wouldn't mind,"

Ray simply nodded back and handed the long piece of paper to Moby who immediately could not help but notice all of the wet spots on it which were most likely from Ray's tears.

He held the paper tightly in his hands, looking up at Nags's indifferent expression along with the sombre look of anticipation Jayden bore before he looked back down, feeling his heartbeat rising as he began to read using his mind-link.

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Greetings friends, if you are reading this then I have probably already passed… 

I was planning on sharing this all with you sooner or later but it seems like I never got the chance to and we were ripped apart far too soon by the whims of fate.

Moby and Ray, I've only known you for a few months but those were some of the best few months of my life! Jayden! I know I've been harsh on you but I see how you've changed for the better with my own two eyes!

And lastly, Abby, you and I only knew each other for 2 weeks… 

Those 2 weeks both felt extremely long yet short at the same time… We didn't even get to kiss… Guess I wasn't man enough to take the first step and I will probably regret it to the grave. But oh well… Maybe in the after-life.

Anyways, here is the story of who I am along with interesting things that might catch your interest… Or I might have just been crazy! Who knows! Hahaha!

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Moby took a small pause while reading it as he could not help but chuckle in both happiness and sadness; it was almost like he was able to hear Alex's exact voice speaking in his head. 

Then, he looked back down and read where lied most of what Alex wanted to say other than his farewells…

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I was born with a heart disease… No, we were all born with a heart disease, unseen by the naked eye, only mine was far more severe than any others.

Or was it really something we are born with? Does it develop later on? At this point, I have no idea.

I was a very unruly kid growing up— I had no discipline and respect for anything around me, not to strangers, to any of my servants, or even my parents who had always been so kind to me. 

It was clear that I had a problem, but no one knew what it was. Even with everyone calling me an actual possessed demon child, my parents still loved and took care of me.

As the years went on, my attitude only kept on getting worse and worse to the point that my parents were scared to even send me to school.

So, for my first years of education, I was forced to do it all at home. I wasn't even able to go outside at all. 

But, the advantage of doing it at home was that it was all specialized and catered to me. 

However, that did a major blow on my social skills.

I was getting too bored of being locked up in my house like a prisoner so I decided to act nicely for a few months until my parents were convinced that I was cured. 

Little did they know what happened next… 

After being homeschooled, actual school was way too easy, and everyone around me was just simply too weak to stand a chance. 

So, I decided to alleviate my boredom in other ways… 

Saying I was a bully was an understatement, I was more like the dark overlord of the entire school. 

I found ruling the school to be quite fun, no day ever became boring and being treated like an absolute monarch where ever I went was a feeling I never thought I would get used to.

I was able to do whatever I want with no consequences, the school was my playground. I would torture kids for fun like they were insects with my own band of dick riders cheering me on like a hoard of zombies sucking up to me and worshipping me like a god. 

I was untouchable, if the kids I tortured and bullied dared to even muster the balls to report me, the teachers would then turn a blind eye seeing how powerful my family was. Even when they saw me do what I did, they simply walked the other way like it didn't even happen, they simply could not afford to offend the Harts. 

However, in all that time, I made 1 single genuine friend… His name was Oliver Grant. He was the only one who saw me for me and did not follow me like a sheep out of fear. Many times he would keep me grounded so I didn't go too far with whatever I was doing. 

But, at one point I DID take it too far… 

The entire student body rebelled against me. If the teachers weren't going to do something, they decided to take things into their own hands. Even the zombies and sheep that used to worship the ground I walk on also joined in… 

But, even with the might of nearly every student, due to my superior ability and training, I managed to beat every last one of them...

The only person that stood by me, and the only reason I did not lose it and kill them all, was Oliver. That was when I realized I had finally made my first real friend. 

However, that had to abruptly end as soon as it started…