My Beautiful Life (A One-Shot Written By Me. Have Fun Reading!) Nikki Zuraidah
MY BEAUTIFUL LIFE
This is not a love story. Cause I don�t believe in love stories. This is hatred. My life revolves around it. Some of you might ever have been through the same but I wonder if you are capable enough to do what I�ve done and what I�m about to do. Would you guys out there be kind enough to me by reading what I have wrote here, please? Listen to my story� Ever since when I was little, I�ve been brutally abused by my father. Yes� my father since birth. Since my mom died, all he ever does is to hurt me as if her death was the result of my fault; the fault of a six year-old fragile child of his. He was then captured several years later and I�ve been sent to the orphanage. Unfortunately, he�s been abusing me long enough to completely change me. I�m no longer the little sweet innocence fragile child. Every bruises, every cuts, every tears, every hatred he put in me created the new me. And I think this is all that I ever deserve to feel in this wicked world. It wasn�t so happy living in the orphanage. Though they were being nice to me and all, I can�t help but hate them. Maybe the hatred have been buried deep in me that I can�t help but only hate everyone except for myself. At the age of 21, leaving the orphanage makes me feel alive and had become a starting point for me. It�s time for me to change the world. This is my destiny. It begins when I was driving in my car and I parked it outside of a store one night around 2 A.M. a guy came into my car and shove a knife at my waist telling me to keep quiet. I don�t like the way he look at me. I hate him. So I struggle with him for his knife. I suddenly become so strong and full of spirit. And when I finally got it, I strike it straight into his chest. Oh! My God! I�m so happy! I love his screams; the sound of it chilled me out. The sight of his blood pouring out of him was beautiful. Oh, before I forget, I really like the fact that he is now scared and slowly, barely, got out of my car with tears of pain. He was such a baby! It�s really is an exciting experience for me. Oh! The good old days! It was the first time I ever remembered being happy. To tell you the truth, I don�t really care if he really strikes that knife into me. I don�t even care if I die. I would�ve welcomed it. Well, however, I still would love to know what it�s like to feel to take somebody�s life. Oh! I�m laughing hysterically as I wrote this! I�m happy! I�m so happy! Hmmm�. When was it that I felt that same sensation again, huh? Oh! Yeah! The time when I killed that stupid old man! It was a bit different from the first time. This is far more exciting and thrilling! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! I went to a trip out of town last Monday. That stupid old man was silly enough to start to flirt with me when it�s obvious that I wasn�t interested. He even invited me to his hotel room that night. Huh! I would really love to satisfy my passion after all. As soon as I got into his room before he could get his dirty hands on me, I sliced his stomach open! What a wonderful sight! I love it! Love it! As he screamed, I sliced some more and more and more and more! Until he stopped screaming that is� I�ve never felt so wonderful! It�s already a long time since I last seen the man who created me. I heard that he was already out of prison for so long and was working somewhere I knew to improve himself. I really would like to meet him and thank him for making me this way. He would�ve loved to see his long-lost daughter. This will be my third happiness� I�m on my way to see him now. I�ll make it really long and painful. What a beautiful life I had!!
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