That fatiguing day I got home a little late, "mother" disliked my congruence and my outbursts of being able to be free to decide, I felt I was trapped, without a voice or someone who would understand my situation. When I show up at Mother's home she said.
-What are you doing, insolent child? You should be without clothes now, come down quickly, we are waiting for you. They snatched my thin cloth towel to play with m y body but when they noticed my lovely chains, they got angry, they stabbed Mother with a broken glass bottle and said - Get out of our sight, you are nothing but a monster, a creature that does not deserves to be treated with not even the slightest respect, after that they disappeared into the mist like blood in a sea of red.
I didn't know how to react to what my eyes had seen, but I felt a breeze of freedom that enveloped my miserable world I can only remember that I ran out of there scared but at the same time with a good feeling knowing that I was no longer trapped, I felt that I could do whatever I wanted until life reminded me how pathetic I was, I was homeless, without food to the point of almost starving but everything was better than being with mother.
I was so lonely that I started talking to someone, someone that strangely only I was able to hear, someone who claimed to have always been with me but was unable to do anything but listen, I talked to him day after day, hour after hour, while I walked through the streets in the light of the moon, it was in my street life when that presence that spoke to me, convinced me to murder an elderly lady to feed myself with the food that she carried in some bags.
It told me to kill her. I didn't want to do it but I have to admit I enjoyed it, I enjoyed seeing how the piece of glass that I had made simulating the pieces that entered through the mother's jugular, entered through the old woman's jugular, I did not feel compassion because it was to feed myself... Like lions with Zebras.
After causing the death of the old woman I was delighted by what I had just done, I thought that the way in which the blood had stained the pavement deserved to be in the best museums in the world, in my eyes it was the greatest work of art I had ever seen, but the same voice in my head told me that I should stop
appreciating my work of art and start running away, the lady had made a lot of noise before her voice trailed off, as did his life, I had to escape but... where should I go, I had no home, so I vanished , ran and ran until my breath had left my lungs, I couldn't breathe anymore, I felt like my chest was about to explode, that's when I realized I was under the influence of the voice I had in my head, I didn't have anyone but him, I didn't want to let go, I I felt safe being able to listen to him so sure that if he ordered me to shed someone else's blood I would do it a thousand times more without hesitation.
Several days have passed, I continued thinking about that work of art, the way in which the blood slide, so deliciously, it made me want to be the artist of another work, it was there when I realized that all people had that beautiful painting running through the veins, it is disappointing, humans are only good at making one painting at a time, if it were otherwise that old woman would have been good at making more paintings, one more beautiful than the other.
that all humans disgusted me... I no longer killed for food, not even for money, I just wanted to see the works of art, I had done another work of art when a woman saw me in the alley eating, she approached me and asked
-What are you doing here so alone darling, don't you have a home?
She treated me as if I were a person, I wanted to kill her, I had her neck close but something prevented me. I felt that she did not deserve to perish in suffering, I thought that she was a sun that illuminated the darkness of those around her, it was to see her for a moment so that she would illuminate the darkness of my mind for a few seconds I perceived the voice in my head, my second self screaming, ordering me to kill her, but seeing the smile on your face I was paralyzed with so much kindness, she made me realize at least for a moment that some humans were worth it .
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Skin of Chains
HorrorHe was just a Teenager who had his childhood taken away too soon and all his traumas came out as his works of art.