Category : Stories
Sub Category : Horror
I remember her touching a guy, to get back at me.
I remember her calling me to watch.
Oh I wanted to stab her eye's out, then stab her face to it's gone.
I wanted to then stomp on her and break her face.
I hated her that much, I wanted to kill them both.
I wanted to shoot them both, but I resisted.
And I maintained myself. But I finally grew darker.
I grew tall, and I grew a fight.
I had alot of fight within me.
And I wanted to punched the bitch till her face and tooth broke, I had so much anger building inside.
I was tired of crying, I was tired of being told no.
And I wasn't playing with a bitch.
I remember that first time she laid her hands on me, and when she kept laying her hands on me.
I wanted to kill her, I remember trying to spun around and to punch her.
I didn't want her molesting hand's on me.
And so now that she's dead, I am so proud of myself, so proud of doing what was right.
I finally showed the skills that I had. I just wanted to murder her so bad.
I grew apart from all my friends and I cried my eye's out like a baby.
Instead I could of killed her then, broke her little heart.
She would ranned to her brother, big stupid baby.
How much I hated her, I'm not sorry.
I plotted a murder on something that was so ugly.
When when she grabbed my hair, and when she yanked my hair I wanted so bad to hurt her.
She thought that I was her dog.
Well now you know you're dead to me.
I felt like ripping her little letters she wrote pretending to be me, and slashing it in her mouth.
I wanted to paper cut her lips.
That's how much anger she built.
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