The Depths of Hatred
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DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,349
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Depths of Hatred
Living-Dead: None of this is true.I hope.lol RnR
Disclamier: everything in here is mine.
The Depths Of Hatred
I am 13 and 8 years of hatred is bottled up inside of me.Eight years of hatred towards that damn bitch that I call mother.For eight years all she has done was torment me every day of my life, then all of a sudden she wants to be my best freind.What a suckup.What makes her think that I will forgive her for her tortures that she has laid onto me.
How dense is she?
For the last few months I began cutting, for the fun of it, for the crimson liquid that I enjoy so much now.Yes I know I am sadistic.And for the last year I have had dreams.Most children of my age would call it a nightmare, heck even most or all adults would think that to.My dreams, to me, feel like heaven and I wake up in the morning hopeing that what I had dreamed was true, but I am dissapointed everymorning.One night I take my dream into reality.
I wait for the still of the night when everyone is asleep then I get up and sneek myself upstairs.The big saw is hanging up top the cupboards, its steel claws calling to me.I climp uptop the counter and stand up reaching for the saw that was four feet long.Taking it down I jump from uptop the counter and land silently.Carrying the saw to my Mother\'s room I open the door and step inside.She\'s sleeping like a rock and flat on her stomach with her arms and legs spread out over the bed.Perfect.I take the covers off of her and I start sawing at her wrist.She wakes with a jolt and a sharp yelp and starts to get away from me but I am quick and jump on top of her and I start sawing harder.Her struggles only exicting me more.I saw off her wrist and as it comes off there is a spurt of blood and gets all over my brown hair and onto my face.I lick the blood away from my lips.It tastes so good.Then I move to her other wrist and start to saw it off.Her screaming is like music to my ears.Once that is sawn off I switch around to saw off her ankles and then I go to work on her knees then elbows.I stop and look at my handy work.Her dark red blood covers the bed and her limbs are lying around on the floor and bed.The room smells like someones been dieing in it and thats exactly whats been happining.I can hear her sobbing, her screams no more.I flip her over and I force her to look at me and she slowly dies I say \"You brought this apon yourself.For all the years that you have made me suffer it is now your turn but this time you get to pay with your life,\" and as I said that I had picked up one of her limbs and started licking it.Saying two words after every lick.
I leave the room and walk into the kitchen and I take a piece of paper and a knife and i slit my upper arm open and I use the blood to spell out \"This is the depths of my hatred\" and then I take the paper and I grab a magnet from the fridge and put on the fridge.Then I take the knife and slit my wrists and thraot.Sitting back against the fridge I slide down and and just sit
feeling myself die, not that I already have.As I die a smile graces my features.
Living666Dead:Well how was that?So RnR and tell me how it was.
Disclamier: everything in here is mine.
The Depths Of Hatred
I am 13 and 8 years of hatred is bottled up inside of me.Eight years of hatred towards that damn bitch that I call mother.For eight years all she has done was torment me every day of my life, then all of a sudden she wants to be my best freind.What a suckup.What makes her think that I will forgive her for her tortures that she has laid onto me.
How dense is she?
For the last few months I began cutting, for the fun of it, for the crimson liquid that I enjoy so much now.Yes I know I am sadistic.And for the last year I have had dreams.Most children of my age would call it a nightmare, heck even most or all adults would think that to.My dreams, to me, feel like heaven and I wake up in the morning hopeing that what I had dreamed was true, but I am dissapointed everymorning.One night I take my dream into reality.
I wait for the still of the night when everyone is asleep then I get up and sneek myself upstairs.The big saw is hanging up top the cupboards, its steel claws calling to me.I climp uptop the counter and stand up reaching for the saw that was four feet long.Taking it down I jump from uptop the counter and land silently.Carrying the saw to my Mother\'s room I open the door and step inside.She\'s sleeping like a rock and flat on her stomach with her arms and legs spread out over the bed.Perfect.I take the covers off of her and I start sawing at her wrist.She wakes with a jolt and a sharp yelp and starts to get away from me but I am quick and jump on top of her and I start sawing harder.Her struggles only exicting me more.I saw off her wrist and as it comes off there is a spurt of blood and gets all over my brown hair and onto my face.I lick the blood away from my lips.It tastes so good.Then I move to her other wrist and start to saw it off.Her screaming is like music to my ears.Once that is sawn off I switch around to saw off her ankles and then I go to work on her knees then elbows.I stop and look at my handy work.Her dark red blood covers the bed and her limbs are lying around on the floor and bed.The room smells like someones been dieing in it and thats exactly whats been happining.I can hear her sobbing, her screams no more.I flip her over and I force her to look at me and she slowly dies I say \"You brought this apon yourself.For all the years that you have made me suffer it is now your turn but this time you get to pay with your life,\" and as I said that I had picked up one of her limbs and started licking it.Saying two words after every lick.
I leave the room and walk into the kitchen and I take a piece of paper and a knife and i slit my upper arm open and I use the blood to spell out \"This is the depths of my hatred\" and then I take the paper and I grab a magnet from the fridge and put on the fridge.Then I take the knife and slit my wrists and thraot.Sitting back against the fridge I slide down and and just sit
feeling myself die, not that I already have.As I die a smile graces my features.
Living666Dead:Well how was that?So RnR and tell me how it was.