April 27, 2014
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I have been through two hard, long wars and have lost. I have killed and murdered the lives of many men and women, so what difference will one more measly man dying make? Who will even notice? That is stupid of me, so very stupid. As I stare intently at myself in my mirror, I realize that my whole life has been so very stupid.

At first, throughout my time in primary school, I was ordinary and had the same ambitions as any other boy. In fact, I was the most clever and consequently most popular boy in the whole school. Everybody adored me. Well. Almost everybody. There was this one boy, though. I didn’t notice him much in primary school; he kept to the shadows and never really talked to anybody. But if I think really hard, I can remember him glaring at me. I can remember him staring at me enviously. He was quite clever, but a bit second best to me really.

Then, I entered secondary school. Everything changed. Everybody was so – well – intelligent. That boy was tons more clever than he had been. I struggled to keep up with all of them at first – and then I just gave up. I was weak and unfortunately for me, that boy could sniff out weakness from a mile away. He came up to me at break and lunch and started taunting me, saying things like, “Ooh, has pretty little clever boy started having twouble? Oh deary, deary me!” Everybody always fell about laughing. They started teasing me too, even the ones that had loved me before.

I hated it and I hated him. I started lurking about in corners of the playground every lunch, until one day – “Hello. Are you upset?” It was a little girl, come to visit the school. I shrugged at her sullenly. She shrugged back and giggled. She looked me up and down for a moment, “You look strong. Want to play battles?” I’d heard about the Boer War and it had looked quite fun, so I nodded. She was so cute and fun and it felt good to have a proper friend. We re-enacted scenes from the Boer War until her Mum came to pick her up. She waved cheerily goodbye to me and I waved back.

Ever since then, I started re-enacting scenes from the Boer War with little children. It was great and I felt so happy and free. It was good to forget and play and I started to not just love playing – I got a love for war too. It was brilliant and explosive and you never knew what was going to happen…

But it couldn’t last; my happiness never lasted and never will. When I was 15 years old, I failed all my exams. I was told I had to repeat a year and my world started crumbling beneath me. That horrible boy teased me more than ever. He passed every single exam. “I’m going to go off to Art college and where will you be? In some sewer somewhere, won’t you? Have fun being a failure, being no good for anything. Have fun, little boy.” He kept on saying those two hateful words: ‘Have fun’. I ignored him, even when he followed me around for the whole of break. But then he said something that really stung: “You’ll never be good at anything, you pathetic, little moron.” I turned around and punched him. I was good at one thing. WAR.

I dropped out of school after that. I couldn’t bare the sight of his stupid face. He didn’t tell on me, probably for fear of being called a tell tale. I still wanted to show him I could beat him at anything I wanted though. He’d said he was going to go to Art college and I wasn’t bad at Art, so I used my father’s money to go to Vienna and apply to two Art colleges. Neither of them accepted me, but I wouldn’t be defeated. If I couldn’t beat him at his own game, I would just become superior to him in another art: war and leadership. I started to learn about politics and I also got interested in a Christian society that hated Jews. I recognized some of the things Jews did to that of what the boy did. I so wanted to be part of that society.

Despite the fact I was now absorbed in politics, I longed for a proper career, something to show the boy up for bullying me. And I soon gained one: I volunteered for the German Army and became the corporal; soon gaining many medals and awards. That’s when it all started. My first war: the Great World War One.

I went on to bigger and better things. I never saw that boy again – but I knew, somewhere, that he saw me and would burn with jealousy. I continued to grow stronger, greater and more powerful. I had an army of millions of Nazi’s behind me and for a long time, nobody could stop me. I commandeered the entire Second World War and almost won – but alas, I have lost…

It doesn’t seem worth it, any of it anymore. I have failed and therefore the battle between the boy and I is over and he has triumphed. That boy, tomorrow, or the next day, or maybe the day after that, will read in some paper somewhere: ‘Adolf Hitler found dead,’ and will know, once and for all, that he has won.

I sigh. That one measly man’s death will be mine - and I will be the cause of my own death. I will commit suicide by choice. I have always been strong, fearless; or sometimes fast and enraged. People know me for my quick temper, but now that I am to die, I am a shaking wreck. At the same time, I long to die and stop seeing that boy taunting me over and over again in my head, to stop seeing my fat English opponent chanting, “You’ve lost the war and now you'll lose your life.” Adolf Hitler, shaking. How pathetic.

I sigh again. In a minute, I will walk into that chamber and say goodbye to the world, filled with regrets, for this is all in vain. I have tried too hard and have come crashing down. In a minute, I will be shot. I will no longer feel, taste, touch, hear or smell. The man that has killed nations will commit suicide and be dead – I will be dead. Adolf Hitler will be no more. I suppose it will be like falling asleep after one long, horrible day. I won’t say goodbye. I’ll just say… Goodnight.

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Amai-kun This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 8, 2015 at 7:41 am
Very, very good. The twist at the end really threw me, but it does make sense, and I think you did a good job. My only suggestion is trimming it down a little to be shorter.
WOWriting replied...
Mar. 8, 2015 at 11:58 am
Thanks :) i'll take ur comments on board
WOWriting replied...
Mar. 8, 2015 at 11:58 am
Thanks :) i'll take ur comments on board
WOWriting replied...
Mar. 8, 2015 at 11:58 am
Thanks :) i'll take ur comments on board
Love2Read72 said...
Jun. 1, 2014 at 12:25 pm
Really good. I guessed it was Hitler. It kind of reminds me of this Evil Monologue assignment I had in school. We had to write a monologue from the point of view of a classic villain, and jusitfy all of their actions. You kind of did the same thing, and made Hitler almost seem relatable.
WOWriting replied...
Jun. 1, 2014 at 12:34 pm
Oh right :) i hope i get that assignment cos i can just hand in this XD
MalaikaJ said...
May 29, 2014 at 12:26 pm
This was really good! I figured out it was Hitler when the other boy mentioned art school. You did a great job of helping the reader feel for hitler, great job!
WOWriting replied...
May 30, 2014 at 11:20 am
Thanks for being kind about it :)
currently_liddell said...
May 28, 2014 at 9:46 am
I like how you make Hitler out to almost be a victum and that we should feel bad that this is where he ends up its a very interesting end that you bring us to and i like the different approach you take to it. I think that you should definately keep writing you have a lot of talent and i cant wait to see what else you show us.
WOWriting replied...
May 28, 2014 at 9:54 am
Thanks :) it's sweet of you
Lustyyxo said...
May 28, 2014 at 9:42 am
This is exceptional. I knew from near the start who this was about. I really enjoyed how this was wrote. Personally, I feel you could have made us feel more empathy for him by writing more about his past and perhaps, why he turned out the way he did. Other than that, I don't feel there are any other improvements required because the prose is fantastic. Grammar-wise, there is little that needs improving. I really liked this piece of work! Keep it up!
WOWriting replied...
May 28, 2014 at 10:01 am
Thanks for being so kind about this :) yeh, people seem to know who i'm writing about really quickly but i wouldnt have i'm not that smart XD i thought if i went into his past too much, i'd have to lie about him and make some stuff up and i wanted it to stay as truthful as i could, but i can see what u mean :) thanks for ur comments and critisizm, made me think
Zoyaa said...
May 27, 2014 at 4:40 pm
I was intruiged by the very first paragraph. This was an excellent short story, and it really gives one the chance to look through the eyes of someone who would originally be dubbed as "evil". That's the magic about stories, you know-- to be able to see through the eyes of another like they're one's own.
WOWriting replied...
May 27, 2014 at 4:50 pm
Thank u i really appreciate it :)
drwholock101 said...
May 27, 2014 at 2:29 pm
Wow. That was really good. The idea that Hitler did all that stupid stuuf to surpass some guy is really interesting! I would like to see more of these articles written about hystorical figures! One person that would be cool for you to do would be Jiro Hirokoshi. Again, really good!
WOWriting replied...
May 27, 2014 at 4:15 pm
OK, I'll look Jiro up and try to write something but I may not be done for a while because i hate looking stuff up :P Thanks for ur kind comments :)
ashlynn17 said...
May 23, 2014 at 3:12 pm
I really like this!I was hooked from the beginning,and was sad when I was through with it.You're a really good author. :)
WOWriting replied...
May 23, 2014 at 4:19 pm
Thanks :) made me happy!
ashlynn17 replied...
May 23, 2014 at 7:04 pm
DragonAmericaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 20, 2014 at 4:48 pm
Great job! I love the detail and emotion in this piece! Keep writing.
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