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The Cleanser Of Sunny Side
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.Nothing at this point made sense "How could I run from my own being?"I asked myself as mind baffled and heart racing ,I struggled to find the proper words.What was happening.....Why did I kill them?...Why was I so broken?...Why did my actions daunt me after?This dream was horrid all i wanted was to make it stop so badddd but it was somewhat similar to my real life.
I had too many questions and not so many answers.As I was too caught up in my thoughts,I didnt hear the foot steps that slowly approached me.My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach as I looked down at my hands drenched in blood,I did it...I killed my oppressors,I had rid the world of horrible people but I also had now become a horrible person.It didnt feel as good as I thought it would be.At 16 I was a murderer but at 4months I had already been a reject then at 13 a sex slave to my own father.How I hated life,the way my smile grew as I Tied him up and slowly but painfully castrated the man that took my innoccence yet gave life to me.Let me tell you one thing its quite funny to watch them beg for mercy when they once laughed at yoir tears..."Crocodile tears"he said..."I know you like the way I make you feel"he cooed.
His blood on my hands gave way to a demon from within,He wasnt my first victim but he sure was the one I put alot of effort into keeping alive.Call me want you want...I wont say it was justice because we all oddly have our own definition of that shit regardless of whether you are a victim or the perpetrator himself.Well in my not so normal tale it was never justice even though I deserved alot of that or in my words "Shit loads of justice"...I call the reasoning for my actions self-gratification or just means to appease my blood thirsty demons and the voices that later joined me in my short journey through life.It has never been rainbows and unicorn shit on my side of the world but it all would one day make a good story ...haha
Well this is a rather not so pleonastic prologue to a short,blood stained,sexual tale.
I hope you enjoy I am Melanie Stokes,age 16 born and raised in Sunny Side South Africa.I honestly dont know why they call this town Sunny Side there is nothing Sunny about a small town harbouring a bunch of hypocritse and vandalized building in the middle of nowhere.
The alarm goes of taking me away from my prince as I was having a dream work dying for,I groan as I cover my face,turning to lie on my stomach .I poke my hand out of my warm,black raven themed covers attempting but obviously failing to turn the alarm off ,"What the!?omg damn where is the..."before i could even finish my statement my dad barges into my room,hovers over my obviously trembling body."Melanie what the hell !Your fucking watch woke me up are you happy now?Huh!?ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
He just continued to yell as he grabbed my face bringing it up to his own before a smirk slowly made its way to his lips,I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified,my body trembled beneath his. "Look at me when I talk to you...I asked your dumb,scared,ugly self if you are happy about this."he stated,his voice was calm yet terrifying,my eyes slowly made their...
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end.Nothing at this point made sense "How could I run from my own being?"I asked myself as mind baffled and heart racing ,I struggled to find the proper words.What was happening.....Why did I kill them?...Why was I so broken?...Why did my actions daunt me after?This dream was horrid all i wanted was to make it stop so badddd but it was somewhat similar to my real life.
I had too many questions and not so many answers.As I was too caught up in my thoughts,I didnt hear the foot steps that slowly approached me.My heart sank to the bottom of my stomach as I looked down at my hands drenched in blood,I did it...I killed my oppressors,I had rid the world of horrible people but I also had now become a horrible person.It didnt feel as good as I thought it would be.At 16 I was a murderer but at 4months I had already been a reject then at 13 a sex slave to my own father.How I hated life,the way my smile grew as I Tied him up and slowly but painfully castrated the man that took my innoccence yet gave life to me.Let me tell you one thing its quite funny to watch them beg for mercy when they once laughed at yoir tears..."Crocodile tears"he said..."I know you like the way I make you feel"he cooed.
His blood on my hands gave way to a demon from within,He wasnt my first victim but he sure was the one I put alot of effort into keeping alive.Call me want you want...I wont say it was justice because we all oddly have our own definition of that shit regardless of whether you are a victim or the perpetrator himself.Well in my not so normal tale it was never justice even though I deserved alot of that or in my words "Shit loads of justice"...I call the reasoning for my actions self-gratification or just means to appease my blood thirsty demons and the voices that later joined me in my short journey through life.It has never been rainbows and unicorn shit on my side of the world but it all would one day make a good story ...haha
Well this is a rather not so pleonastic prologue to a short,blood stained,sexual tale.
I hope you enjoy I am Melanie Stokes,age 16 born and raised in Sunny Side South Africa.I honestly dont know why they call this town Sunny Side there is nothing Sunny about a small town harbouring a bunch of hypocritse and vandalized building in the middle of nowhere.
The alarm goes of taking me away from my prince as I was having a dream work dying for,I groan as I cover my face,turning to lie on my stomach .I poke my hand out of my warm,black raven themed covers attempting but obviously failing to turn the alarm off ,"What the!?omg damn where is the..."before i could even finish my statement my dad barges into my room,hovers over my obviously trembling body."Melanie what the hell !Your fucking watch woke me up are you happy now?Huh!?ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY YOU LITTLE BITCH!"
He just continued to yell as he grabbed my face bringing it up to his own before a smirk slowly made its way to his lips,I'd be lying if I said I wasn't terrified,my body trembled beneath his. "Look at me when I talk to you...I asked your dumb,scared,ugly self if you are happy about this."he stated,his voice was calm yet terrifying,my eyes slowly made their...
