“I’ve had enough….I’ve had enough!!” I say to myself as the blood drips down my nose, and my face burns with the new beatings I have just reseaved. I look around my dark room, not knowing what to do. This has been going on for way too long…way too long. Thinking to myself if I should take this persons life, or maybe my own. But if I take my life, then this person will only feel ecstacy, for that’s what this person wants after all, My death. Why should I give this person the pleasure to see me dead. “no…no…” I think to myself to the idea of suicide. I decide to take that persons life…so I gently start opening my door, with much caution so that it wont make much noise. I walk out of my room, and towards the kitchen. When I reach the kitchen,I look at the knifes, but I look away. “I can’t…I can’t take a life…no…” Then I heard her, getting out of her room, and heading my way. I quickly head to the frig, to act as though I was getting some milk. I quickly glimce at her, and look back at the milk carton. “The hell are you doing boy!! Put that fucking milk back!!” I hear her say. I quickly put the milk back, and close the frig. “Yes Ma’am, Sorry Ma’am” I say to her quickly. Not knowing what will happen next.
“You fucking worthless child, what the hell were you thinking!! I didn’t buy that for you!!”. My emotions quickly turn from fright to anger, as I stared at her face, not saying nothing. I’m not sure why I stood there, looking at her, when I could of just runned away. What came over me that day, I will never know, maybe it was the anger that accumilated after all this years. “What the fuck are you looking at!! she says to me, as she swings her arm to hit me. I stand there, and take the blow to my nose. I feel the blood explode from my nose, onto the groud. She looks at the area where my blood touched, and she quickly grabs me by my hair “You fucking clean it up with your tongue you little fucker!!”. She pulls me to the ground, but the anger was just too much to keep inside of me, and I grab her leg, and pull it, so she falls. As she fell down she knocked down the knifes from the counter onto the ground. “IM GOING TO KILL YOU!!!” She screams at me, and grabs a knife.
She quickly gets ontop of me, but by this time, I had my own knife in my hands. Then my instincts took over, and I staved her before she could do it to me. I staved her over and over, hard and deep. Hearing her screams and enjoy how the blade cut thru her skin, and onto her. Seening her blood gaved me a devine rush tru my body. Her blood would sprayed all over me, and when she stop screaming, and the only noise that could be heard is the knife piercing thru her skin, sunk into me, I stoped and stood up. I looked at her lifeless body resting in a puddle of her own wicked blood. It quickly turned from a rush of anger to a feeling of deep depression. I never ment to take her life, I never ment to do this, sure I thought of it, but I never ment to do it…The thoughts of what was next was just too much. I look at the knife that I used to take her life, and jab it into my stomach a couple of times. I fall to the ground, and black out.
Now here I am, writing this, inside of a trap. The place desined to cause the mind of a man to crumble under it’s own thoughts. I live now, that moment for all eternity, to see this memories over and over inside of my empty dreams as long as my soul stays inside of this worthless body…this…worthless…body….