Tait Carson

Sick

I know I was a mistake, that fact became clear with how much neglect I got as an only child. My "parents" hated me, and they made it known to me too. "Our" house was just across the street from the school, they could have easily saved me, if they didn't enjoy seeing me suffer so dam much!

That day on the playground, Dasia wanted me dead just as much as my parents. She grabbed a sharp price of wood and came running at me with it. She had me pinned to the ground, trying to plunge the stake into my chest. With every ounce of the dark magic flowing through me, I sent her flying, right into a brick wall. I was so overwhelmed with adrenaline, It was only natural what happened next. . .

Everything was a blur really, I just remember standing in front of her, looking down at her blood matted hair and pulsing eyes with content, and horror. Everyone around me screamed calling me a monster.
"SHE WANTED ME DEAD! SHE WAS GOING TO KILL ME!" I screamed as the teachers tried restraining me.

"There going to take you away and put you into a mental hospital for this, you deserve it you little brat." My "mother" said pulling me by the hair. I could sense the overwhelming joy in her voice, this was a dream come true for her.
"If only Dasia had actually killed you. I never liked that girl anyway. Oh well, no point in liking her now anyway. . . She's dead!" Her voice deepened when she spoke the last two words, she had a sick sense of humor, something that you could easily expect from a woman who beats her kids for fun. . .