Warning- Slight gore! Read at your own risk!
Anan's POV:-
“PAH!”
The stinging sensation would make any child cry out in pain but me? I'm not considered normal. I stood there staring blankly into the eyes of the killer of my mother, Fred. He prefers i call him sir but i would never respect this man.
My blank eyes probably look soulless to anyone. Most people considered me suicidal. It's funny how i want nothing more than to kill people when they they think I wanna kill myself.
My demons tell me to do nothing more than just grab the nearest knife and stab this man in the guts and cut off his balls.
“.....pid......stop.....ring......me....how useless!”
His words bring me out of my thoughts. He spat on the floor and told me to clean up. Tch, bastard. I'll make sure to spit in your lungs before selling them in black market. He leaves me alone but not before delivering another strong hit on my already bruised stomach. I bend down at the sudden pain but give him no satisfaction. He wants to see me beg, be afraid of him, obey him how fucking ironic when he will be the one grovelling on the floor begging for mercy in a few years.
~4 days later~
The victim named, Katherine looked at me in fear.
“MONSTER! HOW COULD YOU MAKE A CHILD DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS! CHILD, HE IS BRAIN WASHING YOU! YOU DONT KILL ME! I'LL HELP YOU! HELP ME GET OUT OF HERE!”
“Your voice is very annoying woman. ”
I take the knife from Fred and quickly cut her tongue. Not fully just slightly detached so it would bleed and split. She chocked on her own blood giving me a sense of euphoria seeing such start of my art. I slash around aimlessly. I stop when i see her hanging hanging on a thin thread of consciousness. I slap her hard. The sharp pain cleared her mind quite effectively. She begged me even though no one could understand what she was saying i could and i took pleasure in seeing her in such a pathetic state. I only imagined seeing Fred suffering instead of her.
~six years later~
Six more years pass by with me killing ruthlessly. I am now 20 years old. The perfect age to be feared all around the world.
Fred shivered in fear. I had already dislocated his legs and shoulders. He wailed like my mother probably did when he killed her. My ears registered a slight buzzing and my sight became blurry only leaving Fred in full focus. The whispers grew louder telling me to destroy this man infront of me. The shadows danced around him. My other senses got sharp while my ears only registered the annoying buzz and nothing more. I took deep, heavy breaths trying to control my brain but no way could i control this urge.
‘Shit- my manic episode had to happen right now? ’
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[We are aware that the chapters are short but we can do nothing about it. The writer only decides to write when she is drowning in work to disconnect with reality for some time. The more the work the lesser time she has to write.]
[TYSM for 1.9k reads btw. Didn't expect so many people to support.]
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RawakThe story is about a male who is a transmigrator. He falls in love with a certain someone and that person follows him forever. Contains BL ..... NONE OF THE ARTS ARE MINE. CREDITS TO RESPECTIVE ARTISTS ...
