User:The psycho

No one will ever understand… how it feels... The voices…. Knowing in the back of your head that you have taken the life of so many innocents… it started when I was seven… My drunk father struck my mother… repeatedly and didn’t stop until she didn’t move… something in my brain snapped… My mom was killed by my father, and my father was put in prison for life… I was sent to a foster home… none of the kids liked me… all they cared about was the fucking dog…I remember… hitting the dog with a baseball bat repeatedly, its cries of pain was like adrenalin for me… its head torn open blood dripping out from its lifeless body… Being an outcast from all the other kids in school. I mostly kept to myself, one day the three most popular kids in school cornered me… and beat me, I remember it like yesterday. Them punching my face, each hit causing the ringing in my head to get louder and louder, each time a fist collided with my face teeth getting knocked out, blood coming from my ears, mouth, nose, and the gashes on my face… The biggest kid there grabbed a cinderblock, lifted it I was barely able to open my mouth and just as I was about to beg he smashed it against my head repeatedly, each hit causing my vision to fade more and more. I was in the hospital for nine months, I was released right before my 14th birthday, when asked what I wanted I just said money… but what was really on my mind was revenge. I Got 70 dollars total for my birthday… I walked to the nearest home depot and purchased rope, duct tape and the fire axe… the looks they gave me as I walked out… I still remember their faces… I walked to the tallest kids house, the one who hit me with the cinderblock… it was three in the morning. I got into his room… I tie his arms behind his back, couldn’t believe how much of a heavy sleeper he was… I duct tape his mouth and he opens his eyes, sees me and freaks out jerking back in his bed, just to shut him up I punch him as hard as I can in the side of his head three times, now he is sobbing muffled cries, blood trickling down from his ear, I have him sat up now, I grab the fire axe and I just hear loud muffled screams. I grab the fire axe and swing down at his right leg with all my force, it cuts half way through getting caught in his bone. He is crying screams of agony and tears are running down his face, I rip the axe from his leg and he yells uncontrollably, he as loosing blood fast a small pool of dark red blood was forming around the chair, it was about 4:36, I go downstairs to his parents liquor cabinet and grab a big bottle of rum, and steal a lighter from his moms purse, by the time I get back upstairs he is sitting there nearly blacked out, I pour the rum all over his body, and his room, I light him on fire and run out with the fire axe. I Discover the next morning that everyone in his family died in the house fire except his mother who is critical in the hospital… maybe I Should pay her a visit?

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