AN: First fanfic in this genre. Rated R for language and mentions of some pretty dark stuff. Vincent intro-spective. Please don't flame me! please! Also very OOC! Forgive me!
Maybe you heard the rumors and maybe it's true.
One thing that needs to be straightened out though is this, I didn't kill my father when I was twelve - he killed me.
Sometimes I don't remember things so well. No one except me knows this. It's not that I don't remember recent events - it's just that sometimes I blank out. Unfortunately lots of it comes back in dreams.
I dreamt about him again tonight. My dad. They had told me I killed him, they'd sent me to an institution and later to juvenile hall. They hadn't told me why. I couldn't remember. I remember most of it now.
Sometimes I get glimpses and I'm not really sure they're real at all. Does it matter anyway? We'll all be dead in ninety years anyway - at least the lucky ones.
So it doesn't matter. Anyway - to the glimpses. Most of the time in these glimpses he was drunk.
He was drunk on his last night too. His last night on earth. I did kill him. It's not fair though that I get all the blame.
After all, he killed me first.
Beatings. I could handle beatings. Just a way of channeling anger, beatings make you stronger. Increase your endurance. Like I said, I could handle beatings.
I'm not really sure about everything that happened that night. I do know however that,
1. I was so sore I couldn't walk for a week.
2. He did something so horrible I killed him for it.
3. It was bad and I blanked it out.
Lately I've been having nightmares. Of him. And he..he..he's a sick bastard. I wish I could have killed him again. Or I wish I'd at least remember killing the bastard. And guess what? I'm his fucking son and he... It doesn't matter.
I'll be dead in forty years anyway and it's not like...
This, this shit doesn't matter to me either. Who cares? So I killed him, I'm glad. Yeah, I killed him.
but...it's still not fair, he killed me first.