Chapter 3
15 years ago, a devil from hell was sent to this world to screw up my life in the wost possible way.
a devil who stole my incense and my purity to turn me into a full of darkness little girl.
What do you mean?
is it what i am think about.
He said.
oh yes it is !
i was too young to understand what happened, yet i was too scared to talk about it, so i just pretended that things were fine and moved on (or thought that i did)
year after year the impact of that action started to show more on my behaviour.
i was aggressive, cant be touched by even my family, i created an abusive world of my own in my head where i was the one being abused.
i used to draw sick paintings where someone was torturing me, and being a girl with no family no one noticed, but my school did.
they fixed it by firing me from school on the 6th grad.
but i was moving to another city so no one knew, or maybe no one cared to know.
it was all fine after that, my sick thought were only to my self, i looked normal to people and i was always so careful not to show my madness.
somehow i got better growing up, less aggressiveness, and i was more of a normal kid as I've had some great friends around me who fully filled my emptiness.
She smiled right there, as it was a flash back to some great time of her life.
things seemed really bright on that point, and he said:
then that cloud was gone,, why is it back now?
OH back !
no no it was always there, just less darkness from time to time.
those brighter years ha some real dark days where made things worse sometimes and i only wanted time to pass till i a 18 so i can move out from the house that i hated and start my own life, where i can be a better person and fix my broken soul !
My soul!
To be continued
a devil who stole my incense and my purity to turn me into a full of darkness little girl.
What do you mean?
is it what i am think about.
He said.
oh yes it is !
i was too young to understand what happened, yet i was too scared to talk about it, so i just pretended that things were fine and moved on (or thought that i did)
year after year the impact of that action started to show more on my behaviour.
i was aggressive, cant be touched by even my family, i created an abusive world of my own in my head where i was the one being abused.
i used to draw sick paintings where someone was torturing me, and being a girl with no family no one noticed, but my school did.
they fixed it by firing me from school on the 6th grad.
but i was moving to another city so no one knew, or maybe no one cared to know.
it was all fine after that, my sick thought were only to my self, i looked normal to people and i was always so careful not to show my madness.
somehow i got better growing up, less aggressiveness, and i was more of a normal kid as I've had some great friends around me who fully filled my emptiness.
She smiled right there, as it was a flash back to some great time of her life.
things seemed really bright on that point, and he said:
then that cloud was gone,, why is it back now?
OH back !
no no it was always there, just less darkness from time to time.
those brighter years ha some real dark days where made things worse sometimes and i only wanted time to pass till i a 18 so i can move out from the house that i hated and start my own life, where i can be a better person and fix my broken soul !
My soul!
To be continued
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