Life Of A Murder

beginning of my childhood

     born in Virginia January 3, 1945  .I was a shy child with very unusual hobby's like finding small animals and murdering them or staving myself to see how long I could last without food. i remember my childhood household mom was gone most of the time and when she was here she was mostly drunk. i don't like thinking about my father after what he did to me and mom some times he made mom cry when he would slam me to the floor and cause the sweet red blood drip from my face but i didn't feel it. i just remember every thing going black and waking up in the middle of the night on the floor with my head throbbing.i didn't have a bed nor did i have a room i just slept on the old broken couch or the nice cold floor. 

    my hobby's consisted going outside,playing in the woods and listening to the sweet tune that nature has given to me. i spent so much time outside and adventuring in the woods i would give anything to go see the woods. but then one day i was in the woods walking and i found a dying bird on a pile of leaves. i was scared at first then i approached it . it had a torn wing like an animal mangled it so i picked up a rock and ended its suffering. there it was that sweet red goo that came from my fathers beating. i wasn't sad for some reason it kinda felt good to take control so i kept walking. now i like finding small animals and ending there lives it makes me feel better about myself.

     i didn't start school till i was in middle school. usually people didn't talk to me but when they did they said thing like why does he ever talk or that kid is weird why does he not like us. the hardest part of school was convincing teachers that i fell or that it was a mistake sometimes they would have meeting with my parents and talk about my constant injures but they say im just a cluts . but when we get home father slams me against something and punches me till i pass out and mom just sits and cry's and never helps me i get use to it ever other month.