Raped, beaten, left for dead, and the thirst for blood. What happens when you push someone over the edge. Going out of your way to murder someone and finally getting rid of the "problem". Is it the taste of revenge I seek, or Is it the blood in my mouth.
Prologue:
Getting up from the descending wet sand not knowing where the hell I am. But i remember how I got here, very much indeed do I remember. The cold midnight sky, the moist icy sprays of the ocean. With the impeachment of the sand against my back, tangling in my short black hair, sinking into my open wounds. The moon was about halfway into the sky before the harsh waves wake me up by slowly sinking into my nose. where am I? I look down,why am I bleeding? Then it hit me, all my life has been made fun of and bullied.
This is my story, this is my passion, this is my revenge. My name is Ignus Semir and I'm oly 15. Eternally I forgive pretty easily, but I took the wrong path to self-harm rather then take it out on others. Quite secluded from the world and most of my shitty family. I don't really have friends (unless you count my razor and knife a reliable friend). Why am I bullied so much? not even the lowest of people at my school get bullied like I do. My parents don't care about me half of the time I'm there or the see me as a mistake. I would've been better if they put me up for adoption.
Chapter 1:
It looked like a private beach when I attempted to turn my head to look around. Not entirely private but a little bit as if it was renovated. not any near by residents, but about a half mile away there was a glow in the distance. Its hard to breathe, i can barley get myself to stand up. My body stung to stand up because of my wounds all over me. there was left over trash which i scampered over to put something over my wounds. Little did I know when I looked down at myself i was naked. That made me try to look quicker for clothing in case someone might be taking a stroll. To my advantage i found a small towel and a slightly damp shirt.
Though I was practically leaking a ton of blood with each step towards the glow. it hurt very badly, everywhere my arms were cut by the stinging feeling on me.my legs, back, chest, and mainly my stomach. It felt like forever until I reached a couple of yards from the house. A couple of painful yards, my vision was growing blurry and my lips where very chapped. Approaching the house I didn't really pay much attention to detail, but from the looks, it was a three story house with an ominous feeling about it.
Finally I reached the door, but I can't sing about it, yet there was still a shit ton of steps I have t climb before I reach the door. I already felt it in my stomach that it was going to hurt. I cursed to myself as I attempted to climb it. Each time I tried to hoist my self up to the next step I could feel my insides tear more and more, forbid that I looked down, but I did. I was now bleeding more then before. I let out a whimper under my breath as i pressured myself to get to the top.
Panting for breath before i got to the last step, I got there better then I expected because I did that little butt method where you sit on the step and you use your arms to lift you up. i pulled myself up and limped to the door.it was finally in reach i let out another cry for someone to open the damn door. Right as I opened my mouth for something to go out... nothing it was air, my throat was too dry. i ringed the door bell and as soon as I touched it the door swung open. I can't control myself, I hear a gasp, everything grows dim, I tilt back and my world escapes my grasp.
Chapter 2:
" Flashback*
What a peculiar dream, the whole world burning at the drop of my hand, an then I remember what happened.
I was at school walking down the hall to my next class, the usual comments were being passed around, and as usual I do my best to ignore them. I take this short cut in school where there was only a couple of classes down this way. And by couple I mean one or two.
