I was 4 when they started using me for their money leach, they put me in girly sexual outfits and made me pose, they then took pictures of me and posted them on the Internet. They were my "parents", I never considered them family because they didn't care, they're pigs; my first customer was a tall ugly fat man. He was winded just from walking into the room, he paid a lot and clueless me was lead into 'my room' he then undressed me, poking and prodding at every part of my body. I hated it, "Sthop it, don't touth me," I warn and he only laughs spitting in my face, terrible, "shut up boy." He undresses and then pins me on the bed looking into my eyes, "Ugly!! Absolutely ugly!" he grabs a tie and blindfolds me tying it so tight I thought my head was going to explode. Then I struggle, he slaps me across the cheek with his meaty, sweaty palm, he grabs my hips tight like I was the last burger he'll ever eat. He took my virginity, he yelled at me because I cried instead of moaned, obviously I'm going to cry I didn't want fucking sex from a whale! After he left, telling them I was horrible and he won't be back, they beat the shit out of me; years later nothing got better it just got worse, more beatings - more sex - then my little brother comes into the picture. Darren, my little Darren, he didn't deserve anything terrible but when he turned 4, and I 10, they started using him for sex too. They saw how bad the review I got so they decided, 'Darren should learn that it's a good thing' and so they did the worst thing. I hate myself for it, I hate myself for what they made me do to him, Darren wouldn't let me near him for weeks; he refused to be in the same room as me.. The time I had alone I stole a fork from the run down, pest infested, dirty kitchen and stabbed it into my skin and ripped it up and down and side to side until blood was puddling up on the floor and I passed out. I never forgave myself and for the time that he avoided me, I didn't care about the abuse, rape, or the crumbs the rats stole, I just wanted to die. As soon as he finally decided to trust me again my world brightened up seeing him smile again, — My poor brother I'm sorry — I stopped hurting myself, a few nights later I decided that he was going to run away and have a good life and I was going to help him. I made up the plan, "Darren, tomorrow night we thneak(sneak) out and you're going toh(to) run, run ath(as) far ath(as) you can and find thomebody(somebody)-anybody and tell them that you need the polithe(police). Get the polithe(police) and tell them where we are and we'll get a new home where there's loth(lots) of love and happineth(happiness). I promith(promise) it'll work!" I smiled joyfully at my brother, my lisp that never changed confusing him ever so slightly, "Okay brother!!" he smiled big full of joy and happiness and love, I lean and kissed his head hugging him close, we went to bed.
The next night my plan took action, I lead him silently out of our room and into the hallway, our 'parents' were supposed to be in the living room doing drugs-alcohol, having sex maybe. They weren't in their bedroom, from what I learned of their pattern, and I opened the door and quietly walked in looking for the window. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw 'dad' step out in front of me, he grabbed me by the neck and lifted me up choking me and starts shaking me, "WHERE ARE YOU GOING YOU PIECE OF USELESS SHIT!?! YOU THINK WE'RE DUMB!?!" he screamed in my face spitting, I grabbed his wrists choking trying to breathe. Darren runs over crying and screaming "DADDY STOP IT WAS ME IT WAS MY IDEA!!" he bawled trying to get him to let go, he stops shaking me and drops me grabbing Darren by the hair. My eyes widened and I coughed for air sitting up fast to stop him, "D-Dahren! D-Don-" 'dad' kicks me so hard I roll a bit backwards, he drags Darren out of the room and to our room. 'Mom' walks to me and ties me up so tight my ribs felt like they shifted a few inches in, she drags me into our room and slams me against the wall, shutting the door and goes to Darren taking him from 'dad'. 'Dad' goes to me and kneels down, I watch terrified as he pulls out two long daggers and grins, "Look what I bought with the money your brother made from sex." he stabs one into my left shoulder and into the wall, doing the same to my right shoulder, I scream and cry out for them to stop and let Darren go. 'Dad' laughs and uses toothpicks and stabs them through my eyelids, he puts them where my eyes are forced opened and goes to Darren. I cried hard bleeding so much, 'mom' goes and holds me in place, 'dad' grabs Darren and stands him up on a tall chair, under a rope with a neck hole in front of Darren's face. The fear in Darren's eyes and face was clear, he looks at me, 'dad' puts the noose around Darren's small, fragile neck and grins at me knowing it wasn't Darren's idea he walks to a table and grabs a bright red container and a small box.
Darren was crying hard, "I-I'm sorry! I-I won't do it again!! P-please let us go!!" 'dad' laughed as he poured liquid from the container onto my sweet little brother, he tosses the container to the side and opens the small box and gets out a match, he strikes the box and touches the newly born flame onto my brother and watches him ignite, Darren screams and tries to pat it out, 'dad' kicks over the chair and Darren drops, it wasn't too much of a drop to snap his neck, Darren starts choking and swinging struggling trying to get out out and the rope off, I watched trying to get to my little brother, screaming and crying for them to stop, "THOP(stop) THOP IT! IT WATH(was) ME!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, "V-Vince... ent!" Darren choked out, 'dad' pulls out a knife and grabs Darren's arm and slices Darren's body everywhere adding to the pain, Darren chokes out a small cry before going silent and still. I sit there shaking breathing hard hyperventilating, tears streaming down my face hearing Darren's final cries of my name; the worst torture of all. They were laughing their asses off and they leave the room, I stare at Darren's lifeless corpse infested with fire, I use my left hand to reach up and rip out the dagger doing the same with my right hand, I scream and get up running to Darren, I sit the chair up and climb up and cut Darren down catching him, I jump down crying hard not caring that I was burning, I fall to my knees and I lay Darren down and pat out the flames. I cut off the rope and try to revive my baby brother, my happiness, it was no use, he was gone and it was all my fault; I scream and scream cursing life. "FUCK YOU!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, I collapse and hold my brother's body close to my chest and pet his head as to comfort him, I shake crying, ripping out the toothpicks and squeezing my eyes shut. The pain is unbearable, my chest was twisted in knots and then everything goes blank, I feel a hot wave of anger flash across my mind ~KILL THEM~ I heard a voice in my head ~KILL THEM THEY STOLE YOUR BROTHER~ the voice, it's right, ~KILL THEM FOR DARREN'S SAKE~ I get up shaking, I feel the warm Crimson blood run down my cheeks from my eyes, I open my eyes and grin laughing. I grab the daggers and stumble making my way out laughing and wheezing and stumbling, blind from the blood in my vision, I make my way to their bedroom where they were having sex. The daggers in hand I stumbled over bumping into things, I couldn't feel pain, I felt nothing but clouded anger and I knew what I was doing and what I was going to do. They stopped and looked at me, pissed, I walk over and look 'dad' dead in the eyes and all he said was "Ugly, those eyes have always been ugly." I moved my right hand over to my left getting closer and when he was in range I used my right hand and slammed the blade in his left eye with brutal force. Faster than lightning it felt like, his screams were like music to my ears, so we're 'mom's' as 'dad' fell back I raised the left dagger and stabbed it straight through her chest. Her screams abruptly stopping from the sound of choking on blood, I grin bigger and laugh harder wheezing more, I twist the dagger making sure she's dead. I look at my dad and grab the handle and sink the dagger deeper into his head until the cracking stopped, I go to my room and pick up my brother's body and go back and open the window and climb out. I get up and run carrying my poor brother, I run until I collapse, I breath harder only my wheezing in the air, I see a field of flowers, perfect! I pull myself up picking up Darren, I shake and make my way to it and fall to my knees and gently lay Darren on the flowers, I fall to my side and feel a sharp pain in my chest, gripping my chest as tight as I could I scream as burning tears well up in my eyes. "DARREN!" and then it all goes black.
