28 Mar 2012 - 02:03:23 pm
100themes: #82. I'd never do that twice
I am a very calm, laid back person I believe, no one can usually shake me.
There was no pleasing my family at this point, they saw me as a creature, a terror, a monster...
I kissed boys to please myself and dissobey the family, I defiled property to defy humanity and I turned down the cure for my physical appearance as a way to defy them.
just the other day I was told to die by my father and my mother almost had attempted to kill me saying I was the spawn of pure evil itself.
my body was indestructable though despite all the stabs and cuts I still stood tall from it all.
with their failed attempt to take my life they decided to give birth as sort of a stab towards me, the young baby was quiet and got much attention when I was around, however, got very little when I was away.
I would have thought to kill the baby but it is unjust to punish one who is not at fault for a crime committed, I sat in my room and pondered on ways to defile this property without causing harm, suddenly an idea came to mind. Sexual defilement, naturally the child was too small for penatration and that would simply kill him so that destroyed the purpose, the thought of touching the child sexually in any way also did not sit well with me but there was one act that did not require me to touch...
one act of vulgure, hate filled, defiance, that would surely set these adults in my life strait, they would come home to see their child defied...
Summoning the courage to do this, for someone else, would be absolutly tediouse and time consuming, however, for me it was simple. I stood in front of the child and released my defiance upon him, I hoped that in his future he would not blame me for this crime but have the intellect to look towards the real problem, which was the parents.
this release was more than before though, more than just a small short term relaxation, I felt all the stress of the past, all the pain...everything escape me.
when the parents got home they shunned the child and send him to my bedroom in a cardboard box label'd: "take the smelly brat"
anger was weaved into their scratched in words and I took the child in happilly cleaning him off, he didnt require to be drenched in my defiance any longer, he rested on the spare bed calmly, still smiling innocently as he slept, it appeared to have no effect, though I knew it would when he would turn 8 I would tell him what I did...