The Begining of my Journey.... · 5:16pm Jun 22nd, 2014
I hear them at night, calling to me, demanding I get up and go downstairs. I don’t know why, but I don’t question them. Stepping into the kitchen, I can hear the faint sound of a football game on the TV, my dad drinking his beer and watching, unknowing that I stood behind him.
I felt a piercing headache power within, the aching racking me from inside and out.
I hate my father…
“Dooooooo iiiiiiiiittttt,” the voices whisper, as if playfully. “Dooooooooo iiiiiiiitttttttt”
Grabbing the kitchen knife, I slowly move in, reimagining all the beatings the closer I get. I'm right behind him now, yet he suspects nothing. I feel a violent twitch snap through my neck as it contorts. Raising the knife, I cant help but smile...
This… this is only the beginning of my journey…
Creepy much?
2227281 Its my theme song ^^
Doooo it
Do it, do it, do it...