Stories I made last year that I can't just leave unintended

Broken Glass

You're a liar.

You spread lies that you think are white lies but really are impactful lies that hurt others mentally.

You're a bully.

You hide behind a mask as to hide away from the man that hurt you so long ago even if you did the same with others.

You're a coward.

You say to yourself that you'll go home once you're satisfied with what you've done.

You're pathetic.

You hid in that box of yours because you're afraid of society and what they've done to you and others you've loved.

You're fearful.

You listen to that music box because it's the only thing you can remember about your mother.

You're forgettable.

You killed everyone you've seen in that office because you just wanted to end your misery.

You're a murderer.

You gave life to all of them because you wanted to get your revenge once and for all and feel some happiness within you.

You're a demon.

You, even being broken and nearly scrapped to pieces by your Father, still walk on to get what you truly wanted within your own selfish desires.

You're in pain.

You, even seeing him die and suffer slowly before you within hours of your time just watching them with the widest grin on your face.

You're a sadist.

You, even after thirty years of Hell and telling yourself you'll go home once and for all still stay in that one hallway to look at the presents.

You're still forgetting.

You, even when you gave them all away to peace and freedom, let the flames take you while as you looked down upon your Father.

You're agonizing to deal with.

You, even by being captured by a strange bear with a red top hat with its false melody of heavenly music.

You're a fighter.

You, even by breaking away its eye and possessing it from within to still gain your own desires to avenge you and you only.

You're still angry.

You, even forcing yourself to evade shocks and traumatizing experiments for the bear and yourself to sing to the crowd, still watched the children as they all laughed and danced around.

You're still protecting them.

You, even digging off the bear's tight grip on yourself to cause more pain to your Father, still cried out for justice.

You're still a crusader.

You, even by wanting to choke the old man to death for trapping you in a bear and letting you not get your vengeance once and for all.

But he came to the conclusion, and he told you that himself with a grim look on his wrinkled face as your anger boiled and erupted all out of your mouth and tears.

You reached out with your bandaged arms and head to kill him right then and there but the bear stopped you, even when you tried your best efforts to get out of his grip he still kept you inside.

Even when you saw your oldest sister again, her posture and face looking quite frail and limp, you anger for her not helping you all those years ago caught on and made you something else in her green eyes.

She tried to convince you that you were someone else, you are a kind and sweet little boy that loved everyone and always had blushing cheeks every time someone said something nice to you.

With each and every memory, your anger grew more and more and the bear became your little puppet to be shocked and used to pull the grown woman down and choke her until the morning came.

As the flames took you over and you heard that old man's voice echo and you're older sister hug you before the flames took you whole entirely.

Even then, your anger still rose to its very peak.

And then, what happened to you?

Wasting your time watching your Father suffer hours on end by each and every animatronic he created and watched them all now bow to your every command and kill him off in every brutal way did make you amused.

You were amused, but you weren't satisfied.

And now, as the mirror before you all broken and crumpled to the ground as you broke it apart with your bare fists in another act of senseless rage because of your conflicting feelings.

How will you rest now?