It was a dirty place filled with germs of dishonesty, jealousy, hatred and favouritism. He didn't had the strength to escape from there that he chose to look at things positively and stayed on. He walked through his days doing things his own way. He struggled to blend into the environment without being influenced by the rotten culture. He struggled to stay clean in that polluted place.
A silent alarm was sent throughout that a soul had gone against the norm. Some felt offended and some even felt that it was a threat. Dissatisfaction quietly propagated among the filthy hearts. Seeds of loathe began to spread around as the plants of disharmony started to grow.
He didn't notice the intense animosity behind the counterfeit smiles and laughters. He didn't realize that there were disguised evil serpents lurking around in the shadows, waiting to inject their venom of despise. He ignored the occasional harsh words thrown at him, the harsh words induced by suppressed anger.
As they watched his moves, waves of hatred from their wrathful eyes hit him constantly. The energy of detestation from their poisoning look absorbed into his body and slowly made its way through like an invisible venom. His soul slowly sank and his body sickened.
As his happiness decayed, they watched and watched with pleasure.
As he cried in despair, they smiled and laughed in satisfaction.