I make sure the knife is sharp before I hold it towards this annoying scumbag with the intent to stab and slash at his thin flesh until theres nothing but a big mountain of butchered meat. It looks at me with disgust, and disbelief, I don't believe thats all this thing is feeling so I search more thoroughly and smirk as I catch the sliver of fear in its eyes. Im glad it finally understood that I'm not playing games with it anymore, well I take that back, my threats were ever a joke at least to me they weren't.
But it pains me to know that I cant kill this thing because a certain someone would be sad if i did. My mother to be exact(what you got a problem? Im a mothers girl get over it) and if i did kill my this thing she would surely would be so traumatized by that fact that she would die herself. If i had one wish it would be to never have been born with this thing as my "brother".
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A Screw or Two Loose
RandomIm pretty sure that i can admit to having a few screws loose its either that or im less than human. I look at him as a scarlet line of liquid runs down his disordered face. Its beautiful. (Note that im an inexperienced writer and that im lazy as wel...
