Lumai's Mind

Chapter 20: When It Kicks In

I screamed.

And I yelled.

And I cried.

But mostly, I hurt. I really, really hurt. My body might have well been torn in half, shredded slowly, drowned in vinegar and sewn back together with thorns coated in lava before being impaled with rusty saws.

But somehow worse than that agony, was the dirty itch covering my being as water would a drowning person. So dirty, so... oppressed, tainted, poisoned. A poison which has been seeded inside of me, millions of critters that crawl over my skin, under my skin, like barbed hands.

"You're a good for nothing screw up! A burden and disease in this family. You're a poison that we have to remove."

He wasn't right back then, but now I do have a poison. Maybe I always was one, a poison that was slowly taking its toll. Now the poison is killing me, too.

"Weak."

Always killing. Killed my original parents and left only monsters remaining, killed the joy at the foster house, killed my chance at freedom. Who am I kidding, I can never be free. I spread misery, pain, insanity. Always killing, like a poison. A snake that deteriorates any good left in people.

"Pathetic slut."

I was deserving of this pain, get what you give, right? I deserved this pain and more but revenge is a dish best served cold. Years of torture are heading your way Devil. I may poison everyone I meet but they hit back, literally, and so instead of chipping away at their souls I will chip away at their bodies and minds as well. Remove evil by revealing it.

"Your nothing. Nobody likes you, no one ever has and never will."

That doesn't matter, I don't like anyone else either. You're all corrupt inside, rotten to the bone, evil in every atom. Humans are inhumane, simply put.

"What look, they're fucking dead. There is nothing there!"

My eyes are as dead as humanity. As colorless as their hearts. As haunting as their impact.

"Demon child."

Yes I am, all humans are demons, you included, Mother.

"You're changing."

Oh, Tarnyx. You have no idea.

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I woke up in the same alley I fell asleep in. I don't remember how I got here but I think I remember why. A tear slipped down my face as I relived the worst beating I'd ever gotten and I allowed it. I can cry for my pain, but not for what they've caused.

Although, it did seem like something was wrong in my memory, like there was a gap and not only in hoe I got here but why. I remember Devil broke my arm but how and why?

I was crouched in a concrete corner with a huge green bin and a few rouge garbage bags surrounding me. My broken arm was cradled against my probably infected stomach, my clothes were torn, leaving blood and cuts on display. Just markings to fuel my hatred.

Okay, I can mope about later. First, I need to find somewhere safe, probably where I can access medical help. Second, I need to remember how I got here and why I had a premotion dream. Third, I need to nurture myself back to health so I can destroy that sick fuck and everyone else who wrongs me.

Aren't you just lovely.

Where do I start, I have none of my belongings but that doesn't matter. They were only materialistic objects of society, the only reminders I need are engraved on my body, and those clothes came from toxic people. I don't want to call a hospital even though I probably need to. They'll ask to many questions though, it's better if I disappear, that wouldn't be realistic though because I still need medical help.