Skin of Chains

Act I Acid

I had the worst school day, my experience was one of dread, one that won't ever escape my memories, I couldn't tell what was out of place, I felt off from the day before. I usually participate in the school soccer practice team, but today strangely nobody was there, that's when an eerie sensation creeped up on me, I began to hear blood curdling screams in a state of shock horror I found myself in the science lab to which i discovered that one of the jar full of acid was missing, that's when I made another horrifying discovery, this creature almost like monster was drinking down all of the missing acids, After making note that I was present in the room, it lunged at me, the duration it took for my life to flash before my eyes was cut short when this disgusting creature crawls and hides away from my peripherals in the cracks of the walls. I knew whatever this thing was I was not mature enough to engage in conflict with "it", this took a toll on me. But I knew I could not let this creature deceive me, I had to have control and act mature on my decisions on what I would have to do next I walked ahead to take a glance at what was leaking in the cracks of the wall and that's when it hit me, my memories of what happen all started coming back to me and that's when I realized all to soon that I was the one who killed those people.

Before I knew it I was locked away in a psych ward. I was locked away with a straitjacket on, listening in one the conversations the guards were having about me as if I were not qualified to be "human". I was taken to get an evaluation, I was told that I have schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and dissociative Identity disorder. I had built up a poison that poisoned others around, and in consequence they were now dead. After this realization I could not feel anything, the things that were there were never really there, in the end I as a human, am lacking something.

-After that all I couldn't think of was those people, those people who breathe like a lion from a zebra, but they are animals... They kill to feed themselves and their families, so... WHAT AM I?Should I feel haughty?, Or maybe I'm just a person who had misery?. I can't control my urge to tear, to make others feel what others made me feel. 

I grew up in a very dysfunctional household, The man who called himself "Father" was never home, I never felt to call "Mother" to the mother to brought me into this hell, she used invited other men to come with her to play a game, she asked me to undress in front of them, so that  they could put out cigarettes on my skin, while they smoked, drank and kissed, I looked disgusted, every part of me that they had touched, I wanted it to be ripped off like the skin of Jesus at the crucifixion. It goes without saying that I did something to feel pretty. I adorned my skin with charming chains made with a knife that I found in father's room, It was the best experience that could happen, after an exhausting day pleasing "Mother's" friends I went to my room and make myself another lovely chain, each one different from the last. I finally got to have 7 beautiful chains until...