D-pad
11-22-2005, 11:16 PM
This is sorta a story, that just flashed into my head. It's not much and is rather stupid.
"I sit on my couch, crying. My father hates who I've become. My mother has just always hated me. My brother, so loved, is asleep in his bed. A sudden rage invelops me. I sneak into the room, I stare down at him. I quickly squeeze his thoat. He wakes up, but is not able to make a sound. His eyes plead for life, but I no longer control myself."
Then a scene in a court room came into my head.
"I'm a final statement from going to prison. I'm called to the stand. I know I'm guilty and deserve more than they are about to give me so I start quickly.
"My parents, even before this, would tell you I'm a horrible person."
"I know I am at fault for this crime, but I needed them to have a reason to hate me"
"Arn't you happy now dad? Now that you don't feel guilty for wishing I was dead?"
He stands up from the bench, eyes glazed with tears and pulls a gun from his pocket.
He then yells "You little son of a bitch!!!"
I just laugh and say "Now don't shoot me father, after all, I deserve a slow death."
I quickly grab the knife stashed in my sock and deeply slice myself across the throat.
The blood sprays everywhere, but I felt best when I saw it all over my father's face. The look of shock almost was able to make me go into hysterics.
Alas, I was too far gone, my death was moments away.
As I slipped into blackness I thought of repenting, but I knew I deserved all that Hell had to offer."
"I sit on my couch, crying. My father hates who I've become. My mother has just always hated me. My brother, so loved, is asleep in his bed. A sudden rage invelops me. I sneak into the room, I stare down at him. I quickly squeeze his thoat. He wakes up, but is not able to make a sound. His eyes plead for life, but I no longer control myself."
Then a scene in a court room came into my head.
"I'm a final statement from going to prison. I'm called to the stand. I know I'm guilty and deserve more than they are about to give me so I start quickly.
"My parents, even before this, would tell you I'm a horrible person."
"I know I am at fault for this crime, but I needed them to have a reason to hate me"
"Arn't you happy now dad? Now that you don't feel guilty for wishing I was dead?"
He stands up from the bench, eyes glazed with tears and pulls a gun from his pocket.
He then yells "You little son of a bitch!!!"
I just laugh and say "Now don't shoot me father, after all, I deserve a slow death."
I quickly grab the knife stashed in my sock and deeply slice myself across the throat.
The blood sprays everywhere, but I felt best when I saw it all over my father's face. The look of shock almost was able to make me go into hysterics.
Alas, I was too far gone, my death was moments away.
As I slipped into blackness I thought of repenting, but I knew I deserved all that Hell had to offer."