The Hate You Give There was once a boy who has never got the chance to feel what love is like..He never attended a school nor even went outside his house, due to it being forbidden for him to make any friends or to get in touch with people in any way. At home he got abused by his parents. They hated him since his birth and he was aware of that long ago. Getting tortured to almost death was something he thought normal about, he thought every other human being at his age would have to suffer untill its 18th birthday. At first, when he was younger, they told him that all the torture and abuse would make him stronger for his future life. However after his 10th year of life they started selling him to customers who were just rich, old pedo-fucks every now and then. The customer number increased rapidly with the years passing by. He got more beautiful which attracted more people and made them addicted to his body. He got at least three customers a day who he had to serve as long as they wanted. With that, his days passed for weeks, months and years. Every single time he'd look at himself in the mirror, he'd see his own body covered in bruises and sometimes even in blood. After years of abuse he got emotionless and couldn't even feel the pain which was inflicted on him anymore. He stopped caring about it, about what's going to happen to his body next, about being able to get through it alive, about even being able to breath again. He gave up wether on his body nor his future life.. However, dreams never left him..He didn't dream about beautiful things as you may think though. It may sound a bit disturbing, but dreaming about killing brutally was something that relieved him in another way. It was something different..not a pleasure nor a repentance. He never smiled, only ever when he thought about it.—Thought about the way their blood which would be all over his hands, would find its way to his clothes and body to cover him in the iron smelling, dark red, thick liquid. Standing in front of the bathroom's mirror, facing his own ravaged face and slender, almost undernourished body, made him see himself in a much worse condition than he thought he was. He, with a broad smile on his face like a psychopath, didn't blink but stared at his own reflection while leaning over the washbasin. Slowly touching his never ending wounds, bruises and still bleeding cuts made him feel something different, something he has never felt before, some mixed feelings of worry, saddens, sorrow and lust. You could see his lustfully eyes, those eyes for craving after blood and revenge. His parents told him that it was just for his own good–all the torture and abuse and he thinks they were right. He indeed grew stronger, more like his hate grew bigger and so his bloodcravings. In the end, the will to kill his parents was so strong that nothing in the whole world could've hold him back. On the 25th of March 20xx at 03:00 a.m., him being in his right mind, took his parents life while they were sleeping. After killing them brutally, cutting their lungs, their stomachs and even after cutting their mouths open he couldn't feel at ease. So he kept stabbing their corpses untill it tired him out. The room which was a bedroom before wasn't any longer recognizeable as one. It was just a mess..a brutal mess which could've only been caused by a demon. The bed was covered in blood, the walls were painted by blood even the ceiling has gotten some bloodstains. An average citizen would've passed out at the sight, or vomited directly. But he just smiled and laughed as he has never did before. The satisfaction he could feel after looking at his artwork made him feel awesome. He was on top of the mountains, he could breath again. He was now able to live a normal life like every other human being.. . . . Hello there! :D I'm the author of this short story, and would like to say some words.. Normally I wouldn't have thought about writing such a story..I mean isn't it kinda disturbing at some point? Well, I'm fine and all I wanted to say is that I really appreciate the time you took to read this! Thank you! (* ^ ω ^)