Everyday I'm stuck in the office from 9:00 AM to 5:00 PM as I wait for my boss to tell me what to do as I wish for freedom. Every night I return home to my loving wife. She is very supportive. In fact, she is practically the only person in town who cares about me. Everyone else antagonizes me or decides to simply ignore me. I'm just an office worker who disappears into the background.
Bored of this repetition, I decided to take a day off to go out into the forest with my wife far away from civilization to reconnect. When the day finally arrived, I told no one. We simply headed to the woods where we just existed. We learned about ourselves and the world around us. We didn't want to leave. Ultimately, we decided to stay. No one knew where we were, so for a whole decade, we were considered missing and presumed dead.
During our absence from society, we decided to start a family as we had been longing to do. We just couldn't stop. We had children of our own whom we raised by ourselves. We guided them using nature. We taught them what we wanted them to know. We had no need for school. They just needed to experience the world.
Eventually, reality caught up to my wife. She grew tired of living away from society. She wanted to return. I did not want to become a human again. I hated my life. This escape was the only thing that gave me joy. We fought with each other. At first it was verbal, then it became physical. I just couldn't stop hitting her. I stabbed her repeatedly with whatever I could. Even the smallest stick could pierce her skin if applied with enough force. She died. I grabbed her corpse and threw it in a nearby river. Disgusted with the events that occurred, I decided to return to society. I had no idea that our kids watched the whole thing unfold.
When I returned, I refused to talk to anyone. I locked myself inside and researched. Whenever someone came to my door and asked where I or my wife was, I told them that I was going to kill God.
This continued for a few weeks until a mob busted down my door. In front of the mob were my kids. They had found their way to civilization, but they could not properly articulate what I had done to my wife. Their lack of experience with human interaction caused them to jumble the truth since it all happened so fast. The townsfolk were quick to call me whatever they wanted. Serial killer, pedophile, rapist; it didn't matter what they chose to call me, they just chose to label me as a monster since my kids gave them the opportunity.
Ultimately, I was banished from my town and my kids were taken to child protective services. I fled to a cave near the river where I disposed of my wife's body. Her body was still there, rotting away and being eaten by fish as the water turned red from her blood. Inside the cave, I constructed a new family. New kids, a new wife, a new me. They were made of sticks, stones, and mud. I played God in solitude until I died, with nothing left of my legacy aside from cheap toys I crafted in an attempt to start over.