The only negative thing about murder is that when you kill someone, they can no longer suffer.
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It was at the end of that dying autumn month when I killed him. That year, when the cold breath of pre-winter gusts awoke the lifeless landscape, I was only the age of fifteen.
Those who knew me viewed me as a solitary shadow. Since my mother's tragic death, I was always seen as a cruel, emotionless outcast in the critical eyes of society. At that time, I was drenched in melancholy and desolation, isolated by all who knew me. I was shunned by even my loved ones, and deemed as a heartless monster. As I recollect the months leading up to the brutal murder, the vision suddenly became so lucid it was no longer a cold and distant memory.
It all began with the end of that gruelling summer season. As fall approached, the terrors of my familiar nightmare were once again elevated. My home was the very lair of malevolence and agony that pulsed terror and dread within me; I could not bear to take those hushed and dismal steps that led to the door of my house. On dark frosty evenings, I would still always see the cruel, towering figure of my father who would wrench open the entryway, eyes cold and bloodshot. With hands reeking of heavy wine, he would drag me into the mirthless darkness where I would, again and again, yield to humanity's bitter resentment.78Please respect copyright.PENANAfVP9rSB8nD
Since the day of my mother's death, my father never halted this inevitable torment. My family was torn apart, never to be fixed again. And I was the blood in that deep wound gushing in its wake. After all, I was regarded as the sole reason she was dead. I was the vile culprit under the shine of menacing lights; the quiet murderer blamed for her demise. Yet no one truly knew what happened on the day of her death. The truth was all clouded and blurred, neatly concealed beneath countless layers of fabricated lies. 78Please respect copyright.PENANAhIK8U9y07T
For my mother's death, I was never forgiven. It was ridiculous to even think of forgetting the role I played in her demise. On those cold, excruciating nights, my father would remind me of my atrocities, over and over again. He would whisper frenzied words within my ears, ones that made me succumb to humiliation and hurt. 'You monster,' he would hiss coldly, 'You killed her, didn't you?' Then I would faint against the fuming grips of his bloodied hand amongst my hair, or collapse against broken fragments of wine bottles that had been thrown against my brittle frame. My life, very much like those shattered fragments penetrating my flesh, was broken, vanquished, loveless.78Please respect copyright.PENANAcW7NF8atRD
But it was on that stinging night, when a harsh beating awaited me, that everything began to change. 78Please respect copyright.PENANAEKeDG9Qeh9
That evening, my father was in a ferocious temper. The lights of his room were glaring fiercely, and he was hauling me into the brightness of that terrifying radiance. Before I knew it, accursed punches and flogs were shattering my body, and my breathless cries resonated about the interior of the room. There and then, faintness assailed the depths of my mind, and I began to drown under the weight of unconsciousness.78Please respect copyright.PENANADSjDeFr3VV
But before my eyes were about to flutter close, I saw a ghost of a shape looming outside the dim window. It was the figure of a young boy, with grim, dark eyes, peering into the room where I lay. I trembled under his odd, misty gaze. How peculiar, to have someone staring at you with such cold, expressionless intensity. The next second the curtains were slung shut by the angry gale, and that lonely form vanished from view. Perhaps at that time, I never would've thought that this would be the boy who moulded me into a cruel, heartless assassin. And that he would be the only person I would ever learn to love.78Please respect copyright.PENANAplDWunJUzp
That nightfall, when the first cold autumn winds gusted angrily across the remorseful town, was the first time I met him.78Please respect copyright.PENANAPErYoCEyKz