3 Why

Present Time:Fri, April 10, 2011 3:50AM

(Red)

Some people wonder why I'm like this. Why I'm so cold towards people, and why I don't really love or care for them. But, nothing is really easy when both of your parents die when you were born, and to later be taken to orphanage, just waiting for someone to like you and take you in to their family. I was adopted by my so-called "parents" when I was five and the man abused her violently. It was too much for me. I could no longer stand it. I unlocked most of my powers then. All I desired was for the man to die, and to make his death be as painful as possible, to let him feel what his wife felt. The earth instantly opened, causing the man to fall, and crushing his bones while it closed back together. All he did was beg for his life. 

"You didn't have mercy when you were beating her up. You didn't shed a tear for her no matter how much she begged! SO WHY WOULD I SHOW ANY MERCY TOWARDS YOU!!!"

That was my first murder. I ran away from there and left the woman to fend for herself. While getting away from that area many people talked to me.  Most of them were creepy weirdos. It's funny now that I think about it honestly. All they did was to be practice dummies for me. I should be thankful towards them though, I might go visit them in hell some other time. Later on two other people decided to take me in. They only succeeded because they were so persistent -five years to be exact-and I detected no intentions of harm from them, and I needed a stable place to live in. All I do there is eat and sleep there anyways. The rest of my time I talk with Laci, and go to hell.

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