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Disturbed Mind

Script By: dotfin

Boy who is torn from the affect of his murdering parents.

Submitted:Jul 8, 2012    Reads: 135    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

Friday, 9:15, May 25,

There's something missing… I don't know exactly what it is. I have everything… including Jesus Christ himself. Forgive me Father I have sinned, I have made love to my dear girlfriend two nights ago… she was pleading me, my ability to over achieve maximum pleasure has come back to hit me in the face. I understand I should have waited to share this with someone whom is special in my heart. This is what I plan to do, I do love her but it is sad to say that the special one is not her…

My parents have given me great pain, my parents have given me great pleasure, but I am most lost in the mind. I have grown the ability to not be afraid to kill out of force… How could there possibly be pleasure from taking a human's life? I never understood this till this very day. I am sick of a disease…

Blood… blood everywhere. I can't seem to wash it clean from my hands, and the screams will not detain from the murdered souls. I, Jack, cannot conceive this sin's feeling. My mind is beginning to change… what have I been forced to do? Such… such cruelty! Cruelty and pleasure… Her body was just completely delicate… it was the most innocent creature I have ever seen… the woman, the girl, the beautiful soul of an angel. I whispered to her softly before creating dirt, yes, I stroked her and made her feel like she was someone to love. She cried and I wiped her tears and told her how much she meant to this cruel world. Then… then I did the most horrible thing, the most heinous, vile… thing, I stripped her clothes and she was mine. When I refused to commit such inconsiderate crimes I had felt pain. My own personal pain committed by someone I could only half love. I… I tortured her with tears, she screamed at me with such force in her eyes, with such begging pain, plead… She simply wanted to live, and after so many lacerations and shanking, I decapitated the head of this beautiful soul… I put her out of her pain and suffering… misery. I will never forget that night, for it created scarring nightmares… No one seems to understand… I cannot tell anyone, I cannot face the eyes of this person and not see fear of me…to not have a thought that I have lost my mind. My brother… he has gone quiet, he has lost his soul, but he is beginning to show indifference.


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