I can see you “daddy” I can see your fucking brain that is mashed up because of the fights between you and mommy. I can see the fact that you always use me as the exuse NOT to fight back at her.
You know she’s right. Why not admit it? No you have to use me. ” Let’s not fight in front of the kid.” Well guess what. I’m not your child. Your not the one my mother fucked to create me. Your nothing. And I see you now. And you know what…? Your death looks so sweet to me right now. After what you called me: Fucking gothic bitch.
Yhea I know I shouldn’t care about it. Everyone calls me that but just somthing about you calling me that gets me so pissed off. And the way you yelled at mommy for creating me with the fuck up of a father. Then I came in. Crying.
“Why do you have to always fight over me? Why daddy,why?”
All you see now are the anger in his eyes. Can’t you see is? It’s getting larger and larger and his fat body starts to sweat. He loooks at mommy and the me then back to mommy again.
“We aren’t fighting about you…” He pauses” We’re fighting becasuse of you. You stupid…little girl… You fucking gothic bitch… go…back…to…bed or so help me I’ll kill you!”
So I ran. Not to my bed. Not even to my room. I ran into the bathroom and ratched for the knife. My knife. The one that no one knows about. I start on my right arm and then on my left. I feel a little better but it’s not enough. I don’t but the knife away. I bring it with me. Yes, with me to your room that is not a room. The room you took over when your fat body took over my life and brought me to this decision. Slowly I look at my mother. “Good” I think ” she’ll just see the blood in the morning. Hopfully she wont’t wake up.”
Thats right I’m over you right now. I can see you. I can see the ocean of lies you told my mother and me. I can see all the evil deeds you did to hurt her. Well you know what? You hurt her for the last time I’ll make sure of it.
I place the tip of the knife on your throat,daddy, and I make a long slit on it. I see the blood rushing out of it. Your eyes open suddenly as you see me with my weapon. Your eyes have the same anger in them that they did last night. Only my anger is far more great. I can see you. I can see the words you’re thinking. “I want you to die.” Thats what your saying. I know it is. ” For all the fucking shit you put me through…this is how you thank me?”
I answer back,” what fucking shit? Oh you mean the fucking shit you but me through, This is how I repay you,yes. I’ll tell mommy that you love her and that you did this to yourself. Oh and one more thing… I’ll see you in hell. Theres no doubt about that.”
With that I hear a gurle and you last breath. I’m happy now. Now I go to sleep for the short hours until mommy finds your dead body next to her lively one. I can see you still… I can see you’re in hell being burned by my god. I’ll see you there. I made yours come all to soon but in the same way all too late… Have fun there. I’ll see you there soon. Believe me.