(It's really short, but I think this gets my point across... Review or die... And that statement is like "Vote or Die," only I'll carry it through... Okay, not really, but I might... I'll return the favor if you do review... How'd I do?)

Hate is such a strong word, yet not strong enough to describe how I feel about him. Because of him, my life has been made worse than a thousand Hells. I want him to suffer the way I have, to feel the pain I’ve felt because of him. And I hope and pray to God that when he’s put through it all, I’m there to laugh at him. I want to laugh so hard that I cry. It’s not me being overdramatic or a lousy person, its called payback. And oh, it will be so, so sweet. But it won’t be quite sweet enough to counteract the bitter feeling I have towards him. Nothing will ever be able to change that. When he dies, I hope that I’m there… to spit on his cursed grave.

Never will my feelings towards him change. Never will he be able to take back what he has done. Not even my latest deeds for the greater good of the world change that.

At least that’s what I was thinking as I snapped out of my daze to continue what I was doing. The rain poured down on me as I shoveled mud into the quickly filling hole. My crazed laugh continued to echo through the empty field even when I was done. I finished with my handiwork and stood to admire the six-foot long, rectangle I had just finished with. With that, I spat on the dirt mound and walked off, that bitter taster still in my mouth.