i have always been the kind to think that aimless killing was stupid and yet when i hear stories of kids killing their teachers, friends or family members i never felt disgusted at them or got pissed the way most people did. in face i often pondered the reason of their actions. hey. maybe they had a reason.
and now i can pretty much understand why.
as i lay there in the dark awaiting her footsteps. the words just fucking slam her against the wall and drive a knife through her fucking head kep repeating itself. even at this moment it takes all my self reserve and will power not to do it.
sitting at the dining table with a glass in my hand she screams again pointless and adding to my frustration and i can see the veins along my fingers start to stick out as my hands clench tighter against the glass threatening to break it with my bare hands and i turn to look at him. his face registers anger and yet he looks at me with a patience and care so deep i let go of the glass and look down while she continues to scream.
but one day.
i think i really will do it.
