Chapter 1
Freedom!
It felt so good to finally be free. Free from violence. Free from any more scars. Just free. Freedom was the best thing that could have ever happen, you could be free from a boyfriend, from pain, from violence. That was me. I was finally free, after 16 whole years, of my abusive parents and their discusting visions of a life full of crime. Urgh. Makes me shiver just thinking about it. I just couldn't have handled one more day of them, I had to do it, absoloutly had to. What would you have done if night after night, day after day, you were; hit, punched, kicked, smacked, anything you could think of…that happened.
I killed them.
I murdered them.
Like a pig at slaughter. That's what I did. It only took two shots, two shots of that thing that they kept in the basement. BANG! BANG! DEAD! They didn't even have time to utter any last words. I should have been sad, scared or maybe even terrified. But I wasn't. That's what scared me the most. I didn't even feel regret.
The police ruled it off as a Suicide when I delicately placed the gun into my mothers hand and another into my fathers. They interviewed me, trying to find out what had happened but those stupid, egotistical idiots didn't have a clue. Not one single clue. Ha!
It only took three weeks for them to rule it a suicide and every moment I was eagerly awaiting my freedom. I just couldn't have handled it anymore.
It was finally here.
