Revenge...? I guess you can say that's all I live for.
My parents died when I was 10 and my younger brother when I was 8. Don't misunderstand me, I don't want to revenge them since they didn't even give a shit about me when I was younger.
I've always been told how girly I was since I was little, mind you I didn't act like a girl or like girls' stuff, it's just that I had a feminine look.
My so-called parents always compared me with my little brother. They always called me names and it didn't take long before I found out that I was a burden to the family, a bastard son. I wasn't their real kid, just a kid to my dad's little sister who ran away after giving birth to me.
After they died, my other relatives refused to take me in because to them I was 'a cursed child'. They believed that I bring misery and death to whoever I came in contact with. Well, yeah. My foster parents did die.
A lady, totally unrelated to me later agreed to take me in, she took me as her kid and successfully made my dark heart bloom. I loved her, not romantically, I'm talking filial.
Well as life could have it, she died. Not long after I began high school. I had a clue or more about the reason and how to locate the person.
A rich guy, she was killed after sleeping with him. From her diary, she was in love with a man who was already married. On that day they had an affair after drinking and the guy killed her a few days later after he found out that she was carrying his child... What a bastard?!
Well, 5 years later I got myself a hint.
The guy had a daughter, his only child and that worked out well for me. As luck could have it we were in the same college, the same class. I seduced her and ended up in a relationship with her after courting her for a few days.
We went on dates and so on for a long time and when I started noticing a hint of having feelings for her I decided to cut her off, or simply forget about taking revenge.
I contemplated for a long time before coming to a decision.
"I'm sorry, but I'll be breaking up with you." Those were the last words I exchanged with her before taking action.
I knew that if I'd keep wanting to keep our relationship I'll continue hating myself for the rest of my life.
She was quite pissed off, she thought we had a serious relationship, haha what a way to joke.
A few weeks later, the death of her father was announced. Don't ask me, I don't know how it happened. But I can assure you that I felt great after hearing the news. I had a dream where I killed him, it's probably me cause I saw some gloves stained with blood beside my bed.
*I've done it...*
I swear I don't regret this, I never deserved her from the beginning. That sweet... little girl.
A few years later, I had already decided to end my life since there was nothing else I could do. I didn't feel satisfied after the old man's death, I didn't feel like my aunt was smiling at me after killing her murderer. But why? I thought ill be so satisfied after ending his pathetic life but instead, I felt too normal to the extent it began to hurt.
Sometimes I just feel like I should have tortured him to death. But then again, I feel this dark cloud surround me. I know why it does, I've committed many crimes and I've got to pay for them.
I was arrested... just when I was about to jump down the bridge, at the age of 23. Why was I arrested? Well, you'll see.
My interrogation went on longer than others usually go. For my very first three crimes, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth!
The sixth interrogation was rather pitiful, not to me but to the girl who sat in front of me, shedding tears. Well she should, I killed her father.
"Haha, you ended up being an officer," I said to her as she looked away.
"I can't believe I spent 2 years in a relationship with a murderer!!"
Well yeah, I killed people. Even before I killed her dad. Let's trace this story back a little bit.
My parents hated me, always praised my brother and never cared if I fell ill or got hurt. I had a friend, a middle-aged man who always cheered me up when I felt down.
At some point in my life, my thoughts went blank, I thought 'Why should I care? Who in the world do they think they are
I hated my little brother with everything I had. I didn't even want to breathe the same air he did. He was cocky, always being rude just cause he was more loved.
I got mad one day when he spoke rudely to me and pushed him down the stairs.
After that, I acted like I knew nothing and ran away from the house. The man noticed something was wrong but didn't talk till they announced the death of my brother.
He began taking more interest in me, he asked me about it and as the liar I was I denied everything he said.
He taught me how to use a knife and how to protect myself when I needed to do does kind of stuff.
I knew it, I knew that he found out about that. It hurt, I was scared. I didn't want anyone to know about it.
My parents kept being wicked towards me, even beating me now and then.
The second time was just a prank, or so I planned on telling the old man if he found out. I spilt water on the stairs when my dad was about to leave for work.
Haha, it worked out but... his busybody wife saw everything that happened and threatened to report me to the police.
She fainted at the sight of her husband's blood and was rushed to the hospital.
I lied again, I told the doctors that while she was carrying water she spilled it mistakenly and forgot to dry it up. They bought it.
Sometime in the evening, when she hadn't regained her senses, I killed her. Right in the hospital.
The doctors said she died from poisoning cause there was a bottle in her hand.
I never went to the hospital so I wasn't suspected.
"I can't believe this but you've become quite wild, boy." The man said.
"Hmm..."
I killed him...
It was only natural since I began hating him. I kept stabbing him continuously till he died and I left. Like an angel that I looked like.
I was only insulted and called a Curse, that didn't hurt at all. I didn't care at all.
I killed his daughter since she saw us. Pitiful, she really loved me back then and was too terrified to see the monster that I was.
Well, that was a double crime since I raped her. Should it be considered that since we were little, I had no idea. Her teary face, haha. She couldn't scream, I don't know if it's because she loved it or because she was weak. She only cried as I did it, probably thinking that she'd be released after that but I killed her.
Then finally, the bastard who killed my aunt.
"I can't believe you did all this, after looking so innocent! I trusted you!!"
"..."
"Speak to me Goddammit!!!"
"..."
"Do you know, I kept our kid. The kid you abandoned me with."
"I didn't tell you to keep the child, the child is of no concern to me."
"He's the child of the person who murdered my dad." She said as she burst out in tears.
"..."
"Tell me, how do you feel now? Huh?!"
"..."
"Do you, at least regret your actions?"
"I don't, you probably noticed from the look on my face, I'm sorry but I don't regret my actions. You can kill me if you want to."
"You..." She said as they took her out of the room.
"Bastard!! I'll kill you!" One of the officers said hitting me as I grabbed his gun.
Boom boom.
And he was gone.
"Jesus!! You killed an officer in prison."
I shot every other officer there, leaving my love.
"Take care of our boy will you."
"And one last thing, I loved you, am sorry we couldn't meet in another situation."
And, that was the end of my life. Oh, by the way, I'm in hell. Haha
