Hell'z Theory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A memory of a once place he couldnt call home....of a place where the only words spoken are the welts upon his body.How does one escape something?This is a true story base on my life as a gay abused teenagar....

Submitted: November 25, 2010

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Submitted: November 25, 2010

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Dear Journal,
Memoires......memories fade to dreams that become a reachless past.Sometimes my memoried lean back to him,smiling at a pictue perfect family sence.Tell me is it alright for a photo to lie?I can feel the emptyness creep upon my skin.The sence change to a fight and loud anger.It was the child calling for help that keep me here little longer then last time.The boy stood there unable to speak as words transform to welts.His mother watch with fear striking her hazel eyes.He wonder why she couldnt help him,was she afraid of the beast she called a husband?I awake sweating knowing that when I fall,a memory of that child will come back.For now I keep him away by daylight.I have another mark on my skin from dad's beating.I was bad supposly and desir a beating.I never question him for it will cause me more problems then I have.He seem to be madder then before when he found the poems I hidden in my notebook.I dont understand why he wouldnt let me write and be me...What was he asham of?I dont know how long I can hold on anymore.I feel myself slipping very slow leaning to suicide ever so quickly.Cutting help alittle but not as much as I wish.Nothing will change,knowing this make it worse.
Damon 3/21/10
Damon close his journal leaning back in his chair closing his eyes as the teacher drown on about math.He hated math alot,but he also love it cause it was the longest class or so it seem.He didnt want to go home to face another rath of his stepfather.Everything he seem to do was bad lately even reading when the t.v was on.Freedom was like a close box glued  and ship to nowhere.The teacher call his name snapping him from the trans he was in.'Whats the value of square if its lengh is 23?'The teacher ask.Damon thought for a moment before shrugging his shoulder.The teacher nod and move to another student asking the same question.He never understood why he had to take this class,as if the teach wasnt stupid enough.A mexican guy who harass girls all day and made no since when he spoke.The school system was despessrate to make kids life miserable llike it wasnt already.Damon watch the clock above the board counting down till the bell ring to end school."10....9...8...7...6...5..4...3...he felt his blood  get hotter then before as it got closer....2...1..0.The bell rung and everuone except Damon shoot up from their seat rushing outside towards their buses or other transportation.He slide out his seat grabbing his stuff and slidding out his seat walking slowly to the bus.He dreaded the ride home,seeing the car park there awaiting for his approach made his stomach turn.He wanted to run the other way,but his feet never let him.Getting to the bus,he hope on sitting next to his best friend Dez.He love her as a sister,she was the only one who understood his pain completely and brought comfort only when she was around.They click around each other causing the pain they feel to be less hurtful as it was suppose to be.'I really dont want to go home.'Damon said placing his backpack on the floor and leaning back against the ugly brown seats.His eyes look around the buse for a moment then to Dez who look at him with sadnes in her eyes.'Why?What did your stepfather do now?"She ask tighting her fist.He sighs not speaking not kowing what to say really.He could tell her everything,but words sometimes get in the way of his speech.Pulling out a notebook and piece of paper he wrote on it passing it to her.They wrote back and forth turning their words to a poem finding that the only way to explain.The bus pull up to his stop and people got off as well as his sisters.Putting his notebook in his backpack,he hug dez then stood up heading off the bus facing down.Once off the bus drove of and left him pondering if he should step any futher or look up.He decided to face it anyway and look to see that dreaded Purple van he hated so much.A sigh escape his lips rolling his eyes walking to the van and getting in.The smell of black and miles hit his nose causing him suck in air and hold his breath.That smell was like the devils brainwash tool and those who inhail was under his influence.'So how was school?'The lady in the driver seat ask.'Its was fine mom.I got a A on my test today.'Gabby replied.Damon didint speak or move except stare out the window thinking to him self.Everyone in his family where some-what a straight A or got b's and c's student not him.He couldnt help but get bored easy in class and turn to reading or writting.'Damon?How was school?'His mom ask looking at him throught the review mirror.'It was fine.'He said in a mask voice of happyness.The rest of the ride was nothing but loud music playing as the smell of blacks linger long after it was put out.As they approach the house,Damon felt his stomach clentch tighter.Here it comes...the moment he had been hopping to avoid.His mother park outside the gate and everyone ecaute towards the house.Before getting out the car,the man in the front known as his stepfather turn to him giving him the look of guilt.'Bring your stuff in house so we can check it.'he said.The feeling grew worse as his insides drop lower then before.Sighing he step from the car heading to the house.There was no chance to hide his backpack cause they saw it already,so he was out of luck and taking stuff out was no good eather.Damon enter the house and hed to his parent room knocking on the door and handing the backpack to his parents.Closing the door,he stood in the center of the room watching them ripe into his backpack like a hungery pack of savage beast.They pull out his notebooks and lose paper going through it now."Ahhh listen to this.'The devil spoke to his wife.'I wish my stepdad wasnt such a jackass.He abuses me and gets away with it...I hope he goes to jail one day.Hmmm.'He look at damon who stood there with a blak look on his face.He felt his body split in hafe giving his body that empty feel.He now watch from a corncer as he stood there watching them read the papers and look at the random drawings.When the parents where down,the stepfather sat all the way up and look to damon with the cold stare.'So I am a asshole uh.....You think I abuse you?Do I abuse you if I let you eat or watch my tv or play my game system?Do I?'Damon shook his head no stepping back alittle watching his stepfather inch to the edge of the king size bed.'Then how is that abuse  damon huh?Tell me how am I abusing you?'He ask placing a black in his mouth and lighting it.Damon didnt speak trying to come up with a lie knowing that the truth was something he as a abusive father didnt want to hear.'You dont I was just pissed off at you.'He try surpressing his anger mix with fear down deep and he stood there staring in his eyes.Hell could be seen in them dancing around the blackness of his vemous pupile.'Stop telling me thing I want to hear.Supposely I abuse you so tell me how I abuse you.'he said as his mother begin to speak now this time knowing she was taking his side like always.A sperpent in the garden of Eve she was truely working with the devil or was she too brainwash by his lies.'No one is abusing you damon.Your just telling people we are to get attetion.If we were abusing you then you be not watching tv or eating or having a house of your own.'She spoke from the computer.His eyes shift to her then to his stepdad still looking at him.'Didnt I tell you to quite this gay act thing.Your not gay damon.'He said in a anger voice.Damon wanted to yell how do you know,but words would never form from his lips to do so.'What make you gay uh?'he's stepfather ask.'Have you taking it up the ass damon.Have you had sex with a guy?Would you like it if I strip you and shove a broom up your ass?'She ask.He shook his head no before looking back to is stepfather again.'Then your not gay.'His mother said.The stepfather stood up and walk to damon placing placing his fist into the males stomach then grabbing a hand full of hair pulling him up to his face.'Listen damon if I hear that you are kissing any boys when your suppose to be doing work I will beat you till I get tired do you understand?'He spit.Damon nod yes holding back the tears for when he was alone.Lettting go,he fell  rubbing his head as the mother shook her head.'Get out of my sight.'He spat and damon vanish from his room waiting till the door was close to begin to cry.Escaping to his room before the two face sisters begin to ask  whats wrong,he fell upon his bed in tears.Soon tears became anger throwing fist into the wall then his bed.Growing tired,he drift to a sleep returning to another world far better then this one or at least he hope knowing that only at night they cant invade his dreams.Sunlight keep him safe for now but soon night will hit and hells theory will begin its torment.


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