I know I raped her. That was to teach her a lesson. I didn't even bother to check if she was a virgin. It didn't matter. After the whole ordeal I went to smoke a blunt. When I'm high the voices could at least stop. And I would have peace for the time being. I can see her just looking out the window. She looked really beautiful I must admit. And I can't even believe I did that just now. But then again I've became a monster! And I'm accepting the new me. I like it better anyway. The boogeyman in your nightmares. Instead of the hero saving you. Villains get more credit then the shitty Hero. You know what I mean but heey everybody has a dark side. Mines just more sinister then others. You know before this I used to watch my mom get beat up from her drug dealer boyfriend. Then he would beat me until I blacked out. I remember her just sitting there allowing him to do it. And after he was done they would have sex. I also remember my mom passed out in the kitchen with the needle still in here arm. And I wanted so bad to take her out her misery. The moral to what I'm saying is monsters , create monsters and lucky me was created by a monster. I just learned how to keep my dark desires hidden.
