I woke the next morning with pain in my side. It wasn't unusual. I don't know how
many ribs I must have broke but it intense pain everyday. When I got out of bed I
could barely walk. I could feel my cracked bones rubbing together. It was a horrific
sound. I went into the shower. And started to showed.
I heard the door open. It better not be him. The curtains were pushed away and
there he was with his knife.
"Time to finish the job, boy." he snickered.
I don't know where my mother was but there was no way she didn't hear this. He
grabbed me around the waist. Making sure to hold my arms in so I couldn't flail. He
didn't hold me high enough so that I could kick him again.
I knew what was coming. I just knew.
He sat me down on the toilet. Punched me so hard in the face I was dazed a bit.
When I came out of the daze I could feel a couple of teeth in my mouth. I spat them
out and faced him.
I was tied down, naked, to the toilet. He chuckled. I started to scream and yell.
Nobody came to my call. I wished my neighbors would hear. I hated what was
coming next. I knew what was coming next. I just wanted to die.
He reached down and grabbed me. He flipped open the knife and started to cut
slowly. He talked to me while he was cutting.
"I always wanted a son, you know." he said shaking a head. "When you were born I
was so happy. Im going to have a son that I will be able to teach everything. I will
love him and nurture him. I will do everything for him. And then when you were 6!
6 years old! You got brought home by the cops. Saying you tried to steal something.
I let it go. Maybe someone tricked. Maybe you didn't know what you were doing
but by the twentieth time you were brought home by cops at 7 years old I knew I
had to punish you. I really didn't know how. I wasn't a mean person. I really
wasn't. You just crossed the line one too many times. But it didn't work. You never
learned. You just did it more. And your grades? You failed gr.6! how could fail gr.6!
I knew I had to make it more sever and then I thought what does a 14 year boy like
the most." he looked down and grinned. "If I got rid of this it may teach you
something." he finished. Finally the pain was gone. I was tears. Not just by the pain
but by the fact that it was gone. All gone. I wept for it. "And if you don't stop then
at least you won't spawn more of your kind." and he threw it at me. It law on my
lap where it used to be. But never will be again. I let out one more scream. He cut
me lose and I just lay there sobbing.
I finally got up after a while and got dressed. I didn't want to be in that hell hole any
longer. He followed me. Just making sure I don't try anything, I guess.
On my way out he pushed me and then collapsed on the floor. He coughed hard. I
turned around and saw his hand. It was black and bumpy. I needed to get out of this
nightmare.
I walked about a block or two. Where I used to get my drugs from a guy called X.
Never saw his face. And it wasn't even that good. I also come here to be alone.
Still, through all my hardship I still have a weak spot for abandoned animals.
I met a little puppy I like to call Rascal. I was in the alley when I heard him barking.
I climbed the fire escape and found him in a cage in an apartment. There was
nothing else in the apartment. I got him out and set up a couple of boxes. That is his
home. I bring canned food from time to time. But mostly, he fends for himself.
I sat down across from the boxes. "Rascal" I said and he came out. He lay down on
my lap. "That's a good boy." I said soothingly. I petted him and tried to forget
everything that was wrong in my life. I just focused on him. He fell asleep after a
bit.
It was strange. I seemed to be shrinking. Maybe I was tired too. And I was getting
droopy. And sliding down.
All of a sudden Rascal woke up. He sat right in front of his boxes and stared at me.
He started to whimper and then began to bark. I though he was going to charge. I
didn't know what was going to happen. I helped up my paws to protect myself from
him.
Wait a minute. My paws. I don't have paws. I looked at my body and I was turning
into a dog. In a minute I was a dog.
I had the urge to run and jump and play but no! I had to stay focused. I had to
stay.........
What? There's another dog barking at me. He's threatening me. That's not good. I
lunged. I bit and I bark. I got bitten and scratched.
I backed off for a minute. Wait, what am I doing? I don't want to fight Rascal. My
life flashed before my eyes. I remembered my body. My beatings. My life. Then all
of a sudden Rascal was licking my face. I looked at my hands and I was me again.
That was weird. I was naked too and with a penis. It was back. Miraculously it was
back. And my finger, all back. Yeah!
I put on my clothes, patted Rascal on the head and ran home happier than ever.
I was about to open the door when I remembered something. My finger was
supposed to be gone. This is going to hurt. I took out my knife that I grabbed right
before I left home. I put a roll of shirt in my mouth so I didn't scream and I cut my
own finger off.
I opened the gateway to hell and saw
many ribs I must have broke but it intense pain everyday. When I got out of bed I
could barely walk. I could feel my cracked bones rubbing together. It was a horrific
sound. I went into the shower. And started to showed.
I heard the door open. It better not be him. The curtains were pushed away and
there he was with his knife.
"Time to finish the job, boy." he snickered.
I don't know where my mother was but there was no way she didn't hear this. He
grabbed me around the waist. Making sure to hold my arms in so I couldn't flail. He
didn't hold me high enough so that I could kick him again.
I knew what was coming. I just knew.
He sat me down on the toilet. Punched me so hard in the face I was dazed a bit.
When I came out of the daze I could feel a couple of teeth in my mouth. I spat them
out and faced him.
I was tied down, naked, to the toilet. He chuckled. I started to scream and yell.
Nobody came to my call. I wished my neighbors would hear. I hated what was
coming next. I knew what was coming next. I just wanted to die.
He reached down and grabbed me. He flipped open the knife and started to cut
slowly. He talked to me while he was cutting.
"I always wanted a son, you know." he said shaking a head. "When you were born I
was so happy. Im going to have a son that I will be able to teach everything. I will
love him and nurture him. I will do everything for him. And then when you were 6!
6 years old! You got brought home by the cops. Saying you tried to steal something.
I let it go. Maybe someone tricked. Maybe you didn't know what you were doing
but by the twentieth time you were brought home by cops at 7 years old I knew I
had to punish you. I really didn't know how. I wasn't a mean person. I really
wasn't. You just crossed the line one too many times. But it didn't work. You never
learned. You just did it more. And your grades? You failed gr.6! how could fail gr.6!
I knew I had to make it more sever and then I thought what does a 14 year boy like
the most." he looked down and grinned. "If I got rid of this it may teach you
something." he finished. Finally the pain was gone. I was tears. Not just by the pain
but by the fact that it was gone. All gone. I wept for it. "And if you don't stop then
at least you won't spawn more of your kind." and he threw it at me. It law on my
lap where it used to be. But never will be again. I let out one more scream. He cut
me lose and I just lay there sobbing.
I finally got up after a while and got dressed. I didn't want to be in that hell hole any
longer. He followed me. Just making sure I don't try anything, I guess.
On my way out he pushed me and then collapsed on the floor. He coughed hard. I
turned around and saw his hand. It was black and bumpy. I needed to get out of this
nightmare.
I walked about a block or two. Where I used to get my drugs from a guy called X.
Never saw his face. And it wasn't even that good. I also come here to be alone.
Still, through all my hardship I still have a weak spot for abandoned animals.
I met a little puppy I like to call Rascal. I was in the alley when I heard him barking.
I climbed the fire escape and found him in a cage in an apartment. There was
nothing else in the apartment. I got him out and set up a couple of boxes. That is his
home. I bring canned food from time to time. But mostly, he fends for himself.
I sat down across from the boxes. "Rascal" I said and he came out. He lay down on
my lap. "That's a good boy." I said soothingly. I petted him and tried to forget
everything that was wrong in my life. I just focused on him. He fell asleep after a
bit.
It was strange. I seemed to be shrinking. Maybe I was tired too. And I was getting
droopy. And sliding down.
All of a sudden Rascal woke up. He sat right in front of his boxes and stared at me.
He started to whimper and then began to bark. I though he was going to charge. I
didn't know what was going to happen. I helped up my paws to protect myself from
him.
Wait a minute. My paws. I don't have paws. I looked at my body and I was turning
into a dog. In a minute I was a dog.
I had the urge to run and jump and play but no! I had to stay focused. I had to
stay.........
What? There's another dog barking at me. He's threatening me. That's not good. I
lunged. I bit and I bark. I got bitten and scratched.
I backed off for a minute. Wait, what am I doing? I don't want to fight Rascal. My
life flashed before my eyes. I remembered my body. My beatings. My life. Then all
of a sudden Rascal was licking my face. I looked at my hands and I was me again.
That was weird. I was naked too and with a penis. It was back. Miraculously it was
back. And my finger, all back. Yeah!
I put on my clothes, patted Rascal on the head and ran home happier than ever.
I was about to open the door when I remembered something. My finger was
supposed to be gone. This is going to hurt. I took out my knife that I grabbed right
before I left home. I put a roll of shirt in my mouth so I didn't scream and I cut my
own finger off.
I opened the gateway to hell and saw