Can't tell the difference
I, who am I? Am I a girl or boy? Whats my name? Slut? Whore? Shameful piece of humanity? What should my name be thing one and two from The Cat In The hat? I like to think my name is Jack. I would like my name to be Jack. If I take the persona of Jack maybe I can blame thing 2 for everything else. Why not? From today on I am Jack.
I am happily liveing with my step mother and father including the two little ones. The other one is the one that leaves her friends to go to the rotting from the inside out school bathroom, adding a few more red slashes on her wrist just to make her feel content with herself. The Thing 2 is a slave to her place. I can't tell you how she hurts waking up when she was left to die. She brought it on herself she was alive. If she died inside her mother or had a young suicide she wouldnt be suffering.
Thing 2 complains alot, tho she doesnt want to be a buren. I wish someone would tell her being alive is a buren to those she loves. I drown her, I push her head into the water till she cant breath. I wait till she starts frailing like a worm underneath me. I smile. "What that hurt?" I wait for an imaginary answer "How about another round but a little more fun?" I sit the dirty, dirty thing 2 on a seat of leather. Moments later she is strapped to the chair. "Now listen closely." I press a pair of ear buds into her ear pruning like the rest of her face. Maybe I over did it alittle. I laugh out loud breaking the silence. Her eyes widen. I gage her with some cloth. The white cloth turns more grey from getting moist from her saliva. I press play, she begins screaming. I cant hear anything, I had protected my ears with sound proof earplugs.
I turn it louder. I see her pull on her restraints. I whip her. Blood rises to the surface where the leather riding rod had hit her across the face. I turn it up three clicks. I watch as she struggles to get the gage out of her mouth to tell it to stop. Tears fall to the floor not my own. I turn it up till the remote control doesnt allow it to get any louder. I see blood come from her ears it starts in pools the runs down her hair. What a beautiful sight I wish I could take a picture it lasts longer. But you cant get one without another. I am thing and thing is
jack, I wonder is I were to kill Jack and thing if I would have silence?
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