Murderer Within

"Your a worthless piece of scumbag, Tyler. And no one will ever want you. Get that through your thick skull!" my girlfriend screamed at me. Then she ran to the apartment door and rushing out of it she slammed it as hard as she could. Well ex-girlfriend now.

I didn't even love her. I just needed somebody to share my pain with. I'm done with women. She isn't the first one to storm out on me. I'm a kind person, I swear, but it seems like no one cares about me. When you have gone through as much pain as I have then you have every reason to be mad at the world.

My sad pathetic life started when my mom killed herself by jumping off a cliff. Her reason, she couldn't stand raising a son. She was never ready to have a child she was too young, and glamorous and was meant for so much more and I was holding her back. Then my dad realized she was right and he loved her more then me so the next day he jumped off the same God damn cliff. I was 10 and my parents killed themselves because of me. The day after my dad killed himself I went to the same cliff and was about to jump but some strangers found me and persuaded me out of jumping. I was scared and told them what happened with my parents... And you know what they did? They told me it was going to be ok and took me in.

No, no that's not what happened that's what I wished had happened.

What really happened was all 3 of these sick men took turns raping me.

Man, as if my life wasn't fucked up enough a prostitute found me and told me that she could make all the pain go away. I just had to come with her. And as a young, scared innocent little boy I was i followed her. I followed her as she took me in a little shack with all these disgusting looking adults scattered everywhere. She then took a needle and put it into my arm. As I cried huddled in the corner with her sticking more needles into me the people in the shack took notice of me and started making their way to me. But the prostitute women stopped them. I was thankful for a second but then I realized she had her hand out and was only stopping them so they could pay her.

And for the rest of the night I had grown men shoving themselves into me. Raw. They all promised they would make me scream the loudest and that's exactly what they did. I cried until it felt like I had no more tears left to shed for the rest of my life.

After everyone had a turn and the prostitute was at a table counting the money, her lips formed into a sick twisted smile. She then faced me and said,

"Thanks kid."

Like I was doing her a favor. Like we were the fucking of best friends and she was thanking me because I did her a God damn favor that was no trouble to me.

Sad huh? My life was screwed from the start. The police found me eventually. With blood pouring out of my ass and sitting in a pool of different peoples cum and tears streaking my face.

I was put in an adoption home and by 16 I was in a foster home. But I ran away the very first chance I had. And to make matters worse... No one came looking for me.

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