The monster that they try to hide, is always the one inside. That little sentence is something that I live by, on a daily basis. Those whom really are the monsters try to fake that you are, making you feel worthless and not normal. In actual reality, you just need a wake -up call to what is really going on, in this disastrous world of which we live.
Your parents will always warn you about the monsters that use the shadows for cover, just lurking around dark alleyways, waiting for their next victim. They never say about what happens if those whom actually hide in broad daylight, are actually the real monsters in this world. What is even worse is when your parents, or parent, are really the ones whom they try to warn you about. What are you to do, when the people whom are supposed to love and protect you, are really trying their best to destroy you.
This is where my not so happy story kind of begins, this is where shit went south real fast. My name is Artemis Collins and I am the ripe old age of 14. When this actually begun, I was nothing but a mere child in this ugly world, at the tender age of 5. At that age, most are playing on swings and do not have a care in the world, but that was not me. I had to deal with the cruel joke that was known as my life.
The things I saw from that young age to know are indescribable. I have seen my back left in nothing the state a piece of paper is left in after you put it through a shredder. I have had to deal with things that don't just torment me in my sleep, but in real life as well.
When I was younger and full of hope. I used to think that maybe I can escape this place, or better yet, that the monster under my bed would turn into an angel. I was so blind to the harsh realities of this toxic world. Blind to those whom crawl in the shadows, to jump out and pull those in that bask in the warm light. They wait there, just trying to torment another soul into the point of insanity.
*IN PRESENT TIME*
As I near the front door of my house, I feel myself internally cringe. All stories have the victim of the abuse say or think "why me?" I know why I am treated like this though. I am a mistake that should have never graced the surface of this planet. I was nothing but a complete and utter disappointment.
Most people have friends that would go on about how you should not think that negatively of yourself. I have no friends, so no one is there to comfort me and say that everything is going to be all okay. I only have myself and I am more that okay with that. I like my own company, less things to stress and worry about.
The few steps that it takes to get to my front door, seem to go past quicker than usual. I reach for the door handle, but the door flies open before I can even grasp it. I am grabbed roughly by the collar of my leather jacket. I am pulled up to meet the stone- cold eyes of my so-called father.
"Where the fuck have you been! I thought I told you to come home straight after school!" He spat fiercely.
"Just getting my books for this year of school. It starts back tomorrow, I'm sorry sir." I whispered.
Before I could even react, I felt a sharp pain in my side. I look down to see my father had stabbed me, just under the ribs, with a kitchen knife. I don't scream, nor even dare to react, he would find too much enjoyment in my pain. He always gets a glimmer of pure joy in his eyes when I react, it's like he get confirmation of the full extent of my misery.
"Fucken lying dog, you were probably out fucking some random guy. I did not raise you to be a lying whore!" My father spoke so coldly, that it gave me pure chills.
"I'm not lying Sir, I have the books right here." I say, scared of what he might do next.
"Are you talking back to me? Are you saying I am the liar here?"
"No Sir, I would never do, or say such things about you."
I fell to the ground as he brought the baseball bat he held and cracked it across my head. I feel myself falling into a complete darkness, and I begin to welcome it. Just before I passed out completely, I feel the sharp edge of a blade carving its way across my fragile body.
Then I was out...
