Why my life sucks- the early years prt-1

lesser_good

Canada698 Posts

July 18 2007 00:31 GMT

I gess a good reason my life sucks is that i never had a real friend. I remember crying myself to sleep one night because Herald Switcher didnt invite me to his birthday party. Back then life was simple, if u got invited to Heralds birth day you were cool if you didnt you were a looser. I think the other kids did not want to be my friend because of my bruses,you see my father beat me pretty often. I was lucky (on some days ) if i could avoid getting hit in the face for 5 hours in a row. One night my father took me aside and told me if i ever told some one about him hiting me he would kill my mother and i. I was so scared i never told any one until now.When i was 13 my father became ill had to stay in bed all day . By the time i was 14 he was so week he could bearly eat by himself.One day my mother left me at home to watch him while she went to the store. I killed him.I went into the garage and took out a black garbage bag and then made my way to his room. He was sleeping so i woke him up. When he saw what i had in my hands he tryied to scream but i put the bag over his head and choked him. I cryed while doing it but i also laughed it was the best feeling ever. When my mom came back i told her i went into his room to feed him and he was dead. She believed me.