11:11 \\ mgc [completed]

22:00

[artist recommendation: eleven past one]

My mother had always loved you, my father hadn't.

My father disliked you to no end, thought you were a 'bad influence' because of your piercings and eccentric hair. But my mother found it cute, cute that you wanted to stand out and not be a part of the crowd.

They visited me. Every night, when I closed my eyes. Their opinions about you remained the same.

But that night, they changed. My mother was shouting at me, my father shaking his head in disappointment. They were telling me how my father had always called it, always knew that you would break my heart. My mother was crying because she could never see it, see how horrible you were.

They told me they wished they were with me and that they could beat you senseless. I tried to stop them, I couldn't hear such horrible things about you. They wouldn't stop.

So I killed them. Strangled them with my bare hands.

Again.

I woke up crying.