Trust

Trust no one.
That was his motto. He knew that if he ever trusted anyone, they would betray him. They would tell everyone his secrets, make known his darkest thoughts. He had learned this lesson when he was young. A classmate had asked to know his secret. He had told the classmate, to his regret and gratefulness. He regretted because it was a secret no longer but he was grateful as it taught him not to trust anyone. He had fancied a classmate and he told his secret. The next day, everyone was laughing at him. He was humiliated in front of everyone, all because he trusted. He did not believe in trust anymore. A friend will always let you down in the end, he now knew. He did not need friends. Trust will always rust. It deceived you, make you think you were welcome in a world where you only fended for yourself. He was going to die anyway. He trusted no one with the news. He had cancer, yet no one knew or cared or bothered to ask about him. He would go to the grave with eternal hate in his heart. Not that it mattered. His whole life was filled with hate and he knew it. He would not - could not - trust anyone. They would just humiliate him, shame him and laugh at him. He knew it would be his last thought even as he felt his body shrivel and die.
Trust no one.