Twisted Thoughts

Chapter Zero

As I sit here I look around at what I have, where I've been, and most importantly what I've done; A wise man once told me 'You can't change the past but you can prevent from sealing your fate of being damned to hell.'

I never really understood what he meant till now, but I guess that at this point it doesn't matter; I've damned myself to hell. Sometimes I look at my hands and swear I can still see the fresh blood on my hands, It's like their souls are stuck in my skin and they're screaming at me every day. They deserved it though, every single one of those stupid mother fuckers deserved it. If I had the chance I'd kill them all again. Nowadays people do wrong and they think if they complain enough they will get out of it. And sadly it seems to work. I am the cleanser of this world and I will punish those who feel they are above the law and everyone around them. When I'm done with them they won't be above shit! Matter in fact they'll be six feet under everyone!

I feel her move onto my chest and come back from my thoughts. For a second I forgot where I was; sometimes I get so worked up it's easy to lose focus on reality. I look around the dim lighted shed that were staying in then down at the sleeping angel that's pressed against my bare chest; she's the one thing that always helps me calm down. Just looking at her instantly brings a smile to my face and seems to make this hell a little brighter. As I run my fingers through her long blue hair, I can't help but think of how we got to this point.

I feel like she would have had a better life had she not met me, even though she is the best thing to ever happen to my fucked up world. I know her life was hard and she's been through a lot of shit; but I can't help but feel like she would have met someone better and turned her life around. She's so smart and filled with nothing but potential. As long as she's with me though I feel like it's all just wasted potential.

I gently start to get up which causes her to flop onto her side and continue sleeping; I swear a bomb could go off and that girl would sleep right through it. I walk over to the workbench and start picking things up and messing around with them. After a bit I stumble across a empty notebook so I look for a pen and paper to write down the story that I would title, "My Twisted Thoughts."

I don't know how much longer we're going to be able to hold out so before anything happens I want everyone to know my story.