"Spirits of Air, Earth, Fire, and Sea
Converge together, set thy angel free
From my tongue, I send this rhyme
In hopes that my offering appeases time
Cast aside morals, see what is near
Make a quick judgment, bring death here
Evils extinguished, pu...
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I stared at the clock. Each minute in this class feeling more like an hour. My philosophy teachers rambling being the ambient noise to my turbulent thoughts. Last night, I decided was the last time I was ever letting myself be the victim in this endless cycle of bullshit.
This is it.
I'm going to kill my step-brother.
I haven't figured out how or when but the sooner the better.
It wasn't as if I could go to my parents for help. They knew the majority of my situation and the rest..well they looked past it. My mom hasn't felt like my mom since my stepdad and his shady son came into our lives. I knew from the beginning that Joe would be a cancer in my life, spreading his lies, always making me look like that outlier in every situation. There was a time when I was 13 that Joe broke into my room at night while I was sleeping and stole my rabbit Cotton right out of its cage. I woke up to my mother's screams as she opened the microwave the next morning and found what remained of my childhood friend. When I walked out into the scene my mom began berating me while in the background Joe stared at me with all of the evil in the world hidden in those eyes of his.
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul, and it was at that moment that I knew things would only get worse for me.
Sometimes I would look into my mom's eyes and catch a glimpse of the person she used to be. The supporting, loving mother I grew up with, but as soon as I reached out it was almost as if she recoiled and a vicious scowl would soon replace the grief on her face.
The shuffling of papers brought me out of my spiraling thoughts and I caught the last bit of what my teacher was saying was due after the break. I rolled my eyes as I packed my things up. I don't even know why I'm taking these classes if I had had it my way I would be traveling the world and never looking back. Unfortunately, life doesn't come cheap and even traveling has its price.
