Piece

So Long

As few days pass by me, I still think that walking past streets at night is great, because then you do not need to look at any people due to how dark it is .. but nights are still dangerous. Because you never know if some random weak ass loser might get kidnapped, or some no a one harmless individual gets assaulted. People are just so awful, and I can feel my entire humanity in me is starting to fade away from me.

And I can feel edge of my soul shattering to pieces, when my heart is about to die. And burst into a new flames, that I had endured through all of these years and long time ago.

Now as I say this deep inside of my very own mind, I walk to an edge of a alley, and it looks dark and feels cold. Because there is not much of any light there .. at all.

But then I look to my right side and I notice a baseball bat left sitting next to a trash container, and then I meet a random guy who smokes his cigarette right in front of me, and he says, "Hi boy. Do you want to make some quick bucks?" And I realise that that baseball bat belongs to him and I stare at him weirdly as I ask him, "Like what?" And the guy who is not much older than me, leans down on me and then he answers to me back, "I just need some help with my chores."

And I stare at him back as I ask him, "Is this a joke?" And he answers to me, "Nope. You know, I think I am do this tonight. Because I can feel it deep inside of my bones, and I want to do it so badly. So. Will you assist me?"

And I stare at him as I answer to him back, .. "No."

And he turns at me and looks stupid and then he yells at me, "Oh come on! It will be fun! I really need to get it out of me man, you only live once! So might as well do what you want. Right?"

I look behind of me from my left side and then I turn towards him again, and I ask him, "Do what?" And he looks at me back and then he answers to me, "Well I really wanna rape that girl that I just saw there..." He points at a direction behind of him with his right index finger, at the end of our alley and it is not far from where we stand.

And then he continues and says, .. "And then I want to kidnap her, and keep fucking her at my very own apartment, yeah, sure it might be seen as evil to do as once. But she will get use to it. And after that I think I am rape a boy around of her age .. and see how it is like. You know? They got real ripe pussies and asses .. and it must feel like a real heaven to put my hard ass cock right and deep into them."

After he says such a disgusting words to me I look at him slowly with my both eyes while I clearly lose my sanity, and I say nothing back to him .. and I just stare at him deep down straight into his eyes .. as he turns at me and says to me, "So. What do you think?"

And I look at him staring at him without flinching my eyes or taking my eyes off of him and then I ask him, .. "Is that it?" And the guy answers back to me, "Nope. I would have to rape them again, and maybe even kill them because they will talk. I mean the amount of raping that I would do to them is quite brutal, with nonstop fucking them hours on end. Jesus man .. sometimes I think that I am evil .. and just a cold hearted son of a bitch. But it is not true, because I am this way because I want to be. So I ask you again .. why not help me? If you do we can share them .. and then make a video of them, and you can kill the other while I kill the other. Capiche? You know what I am saying? Yo .. dude yo!"

And I keep staring at him while I am not moving an inch of my body anywhere at all .. and the guy puts his cigarette away by throwing it down onto the ground in front of us, .. and he yells at me, "Come on! Dude! Let's go and rape those kids and have f..!?"

In those five seconds after clapping his hands together like a real maniac I hit him straight into his face with my right fist as hard as I possibly can, brutally breaking his nose in half. And his blood comes out of it and he looks dizzy and almost barely able to keep his vision in intact let alone his eyes on me anymore and I take his white baseball bat into my right hand and then into my left hand too and I swing his baseball bat at him sideways to my left side insanely furiously hitting him right onto the left side of his head and I can feel his skull break with his head opening up as I knock him down onto the fucking ground. And he can't do anything at all but lay down before me helpless and utterly defenceless and right after that I drop his baseball bat onto the ground right next to my right side and then I take my knife out of my right side jacket pocket with my right hand and I press it straight into my hand, I had purchased my knife by myself just to keep it around of me. But now it will have a completely new meaning to me. And I swing my knife to my left side really violently completely filled with rage as I cut the filthy useless fucking bastard's whole and entire throat open.

And I watch him bleed to death before me and below of me, and I do not flinch at all. And I stare at him deep down into his sorry ass eyes as he dies right in front of me. Horrible gurgling sounds comes out of his mouth with his blood pouring out of his throat, and his blood pours everywhere around of us from it. As he stares at me with his utterly shocked and completely traumatized eyes, and he is trying to say help me .. and why .. while he is holding onto his throat with his right hand to try to stop his blood pouring out of his whole fucking throat. But it is all in vain, and he succumbs to his wounds, and I look at him more and I see that his head is indeed cracked open due to my hit from I reckon his very own baseball bat. That I fully know that he was going to use to attack that girl that he had seen there near of us on the street and then that boy right after her.. I stop looking at his dying corpse and lifeless eyes and I walk away from him as he dies in our alley. And as I wipe his blood off of my own knife with my left hand glove I then put my knife back inside of my jacket's right side pocket.

And I wonder on did I just save that girl's life? And what about that boy's? I just killed a person .. is this considered a murder? And does it matter? No. No it does not. Not anymore. And in fact. It never did.

I wanted to do this for so long, and now I finally had a real reason. And I have seen many idiots quite as vile as that guy was, but I have never taken my chances with them, one was some random stupid ass idiot, in a house party, as he said that he wants to rape a girl who had looked at him funny .. and I said nothing as I was with my friend there who sat next to me on my left side of that couch .. and I was just just there to pass my time, and he yelled jokingly to him, .. "Ah come on! Stop saying that! It's not funny .. hahahahaha!"

And I stared at him, my very own friend really disgusted. And he passed me his joint, which I smoked. Others were around of us next to my right side on the couch, while some were sitting on chairs instead, and back then, I was only seventeen years old. And I left all of my friends behind of me shortly after that. And I know that some of them were just trying to get under my nerves, while others were just trying to put me right into their place, and wanted me to commit the same things as they did. But strangely none of them did anything that they said they would do but they did want that. And me? I always wanted to kill them. Because ever since I was a child, I felt hatred towards anyone who would hurt other people, and my very own "family" did not understand, what was a difference between a loving family, and a broken family. Well to me this did not matter to me at all anymore, because I was coming undone, and it was all of their fault.

After I killed and murdered that worthless fucking shit bag, I walk past the alley and see a girl faintly on my left side walking on a street heading to a other side of a sidewalk on her right side, but then she turns at me and I look away from her facing my right side .. and I walk through a street, and make my escape.

I know that girl was the one that fucking dumb piece of trash had wanted to attack and capture. Well, now his skull has been cracked open and his entire fucking throat has been cut open. And he bled to a fucking death helpless and defenceless in the alley that he had made up his plan in. Instead of being able to complete it. Because he had met me.

As I take my leave from the area I cross through streets, and no one bats an eye on me, and no car is coming my way.. I have just gotten away with murder. But was it a murder? Or was it justice? It does not matter, that bastard is dead. And soon the rest, who have ruined my life, will be too.