Family

I suppose I've put this off long enough. My childhood was not one of the best.... But I don't think the hospital is the first time I was in HIS presence. It was definitely the first time I had direct contact with him. But as I look back at my childhood some things never made sense to me. Now..... Now that I know about all of this it makes so much sense. It was in front me this whole time. It took me a while to put it all together because my childhood isn't something I like to think about too often.

It was at age six.... When my life started to fall apart. We were a more secluded family back then. I mean its not like we had any neighbors living in the middle of the woods. The nearest city was about 20 miles away. So me and my brothers were homeschooled. I was six when my mother was killed.

I was more observant then most 6 year olds. My dad's job took him to the city, just because we lived far away from any civilization didn't mean we didn't need money. He came back one night. He looked scared.... He was pale and very quiet. Not even mom could coax what was wrong out of him. He just kept saying he was fine and to mind our own damn business. We knew something was wrong, my father rarely ever swore.

As the months went on he only got worst. Started getting sick, coughing up blood. He would mumble to himself. Then it happened. It was the middle of the night when I heard my mother scream.... Her scream haunts me to this day. I was the first one in the room. My mother .... She.... Was gone. All that was left was her arm. My father sat huddled in the corner of the room in a puddle of blood that wasn't his. Cradling the arm mumbling to himself incoherently. When the police arrived they took my father into custody. They convicted him of murdering her. He kept insisting that he would never hurt his wife. That HE had took her. When they would ask what he meant by HE. He would elaborate by saying HIM. They asked for a description. He said it had been a tall faceless business man. That was the last nail in the coffin.

The police sentenced him to the electric chair. He was scheduled to die in one month. He broke out of prison half way through that month. No one knew how he did it. The security guards simply passed out. He showed up that same day at our front door. He was rambling about how was going to see mom and we could join them. How we could be a family again. That day he walked off into the woods alone. The police searched the forest for 3 days before they found him dead holding the dead corpse or what was left of it of my mother.

The police reasoned he had just offed himself because of the guilt from what he had done. I've hated my father ever since. There was never any doubt in my mind that my father murdered her. But now I see the the truth.

IT WAS HIM THAT DANM TENTACLE BASTARD HE DID IT HE BROKE APART FAMILY IT'S BEEN HIM RUINING MY LIFE THE VERY BEGINNING! IT'S ALWAYS BEEN HIM.... ALWAYS....always.....been..him.

Damn it now I'm crying.

This wasn't the end either. This was just the beginning ill post the rest later after I've calmed down.

I just can't think about this anymore.