Life is always so simple and easy for most people. For me, it has
always been hard. I've always struggled with school, work, and people.
People never understood me. They never gave me a chance. In school, I
was always put in the "stupid" cl_____es, even though I was above
average. I had counselinh all through elementary and high school
because my teachers thought I was depressed.
My mother was murdered when I was four. I was tied up and forced to
watch. They slowly cut all of her visible veins and let them bleed
until she just died. My father committed sucide shortly after my
mothers death, so I was left to live with my Uncle Mark and his wife
They were decent enough. They fed and clothed me. They kept a roof over
my head, but no love in my heart. But one day I just couldn't take it
any longer. I left. I went to a shelter, and my uncle never looked for
me. Since then I've always kinda been on my own. You know, always had
to protect my self and watch out for no one but me. I guess maybe I was
a little bit depressed. No, I think it was just lonliness.
When I turned 20, I got a real job, and saved up for my own apartment.
My apartment was scarcley furnished. And very cold. I worked at a
wharehouse that made telephones. I didn't have any friends, but I
didn't need any because I had myself. A guy that I had gone to school
also worked at the wharehouse. he had an obsession about reminding me
how my mother died. He said stupid things about it all of the time. He
said it so much, it nagged on my mind, day and night.
I started to have dreams about my parents and I began to start hating
my mother. I felt that she had deserted me. I twas on my mind for a
long time, and finally I just couldn't take it anymore. I had to get
back at my mother for all of the grief she put me through. I was very
upset all of the time. I felt that my father had every right to kill
himself, because my mother drove him to it. She wanted me to be alone
in this world. She wanted me to go over the edge, so she was trying
to drive me towards it, but I wouldn't let her. I was stronger than
that. I would deal with it differently.
I quit my job and got a higher-paying one. I worked as much overtime
as I possibly could. For two years I lived simply and all through those
two years all I thought of was taking revenge against my mother.
My mean and spiteful mother. I knew in my heart that she had planned to
leave me alone in the world. She knew my father couldn't live without
her. I saw it in her eyes. I saw the hate and I saw how she truly
wanted death. She had never wanted me to be happy. Her fake screams
were only heard by me. She had wanted to die, and she had deserved to
die. At the time I had felt a great deal of pity, but now all I feel is
disgust for such a demented soul.
I had a large amount of money saved up, enough for a family of five to
live on handsomly. I used this money to buy a new house and
furniture-not expensive furniture, but nice.
After my living quarters were ready, I came to the process of finding
the perfect person for my revenge. I was looking for someone who
looked exactly my mother. I put an ad in the paper stating that I was
looking for a woman in her late twenties, with short auburn hair and
brown eyes. I said I was a photographer who needed some model pictures
for my portfolio. They pay was decent and 28 woman answered my ad. I
shchdualed an interview for all of them, and after 3, I found the
perfect girl. She looked excatly like my mother. I knew she had been
sent to me and I was so excited to start the process.
State or Province: Washington
Country: USA (woohoo)
Email: L a s t 8 7 3 2 @ i x . n e t c o m . c o m