Does Darkness Turn to Light?

(4)

Presley's Point Of View

As I woke up I thought pain shooting through my body. I began to cry as I remembered what happened last night. I feel dirty, revolting. I was an abomination now, there is nothing more to live for, and I had nothing left to lose. 

I lost my childhood and mental stability to a monster. I will never be a normal teenager again. I could only feel hatred in my heart now. 

That sick demon just left me in a pool of blood like I was some whore. All I could think about is how I want revenge and how quickly my desire for blood increased by the minute. Nothing was going to get my way now. I grabbed a knife in the kitchen; I knew that Demon was sleeping. This could be my only time to strike, so I quietly headed to his room. Stupidity he left his door wide open, and I thought to myself easy access.

 Seeing his face angered me so much I began to feel my blood boil. I slowly walked over to his bedside; lifting the knife with two hands as I thrust the knife into him so many times I couldn't count. Blood splattered all over my hands and face. Once I finally stooped, all I could do was have a feeling of satisfaction. The man in that bed lying in a pool of blood, as he had left me once before, was not my father anymore. That's why this needed to be done. I reached for the phone, dialed 911, and told them what had occurred at the house. I knew they were coming for me now, so I decided to read the demon's little red journal to out of curiosity. After a few minutes I reach the last and final page.

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 March 13, 2008

I'm so sorry Presley I couldn't believe what I had did to you. I honestly didn't know what I was doing. When I saw you I saw your mother, I was blinded by the alcohol and love I had for your mother. I know your mother would be a shamed of me...

I love you and Alana...

- Alister.

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Tears filled my face at the words in the book. My father was mentally illness and an addiction... I just wish it didn't have to end like this. Next I heard the front door be kicked in and men screaming my name.

I knew it was time.