Goodnight.This was what I thought before I closed my eyes for the last time. I remembered all of my life, the pains, the hardships, the torture. I remembered it all. Every second of every day that I lived through. It's strange, now that I think about it. I wasn't upset about dying. I wasn't angry. But rather I was disapointed. I didn't get to do the things I loved most in my final moments, kill people. Truly, what a shame.

My childhood was nothing special. I had the beautiful and smart parents that every kid would want. Perfect. That's what they said about them. It's a shame they died. I don't think it's a shame. I think it was the best thing they ever did.

After all, they always hit me. Mother would hit me. Father would hit me, too. They said I didn't understand. That I didn't know how much pressure was put on them. So they hit me. They did whatever they wanted. They burned me. They scratched me. They scarred me. They kicked me. They spit on me. They hurt me. I was so scared. I didn't want to die.

I wanted to see they squirming in pain while begging for forgiveness. See them begging to be saved. And I would ignore them. I would do the same they did to me. I told them things they told me.

"You're so perfect, I wish I was like you."

"You do it right every time."

"I'm expecting you to do well."

I wanted to see their faces turn into a expression of horror when they knew I wasn't going going to save them. I want them to know how I feel.

People do the same thing to me at school as well. They hit me. They bully me. I want to see their faces as well. It would be really funny. Seeing the positions switched. Them being the victim. They will know my pain. I'll make sure of it.

One time, my parents were hurting me even more then usual. I didn't cry even when it hurt. I sat in the corner and watched. I waited till they turned around. I grabbed the scissors and went stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Mother stopped breathing. I asked Gid to make sure she rots in hell. It was my father's turn this time. He went upstairs to get his belt. So I ascended the stairs and went to my parents room.

I heard him rummaging around in the closet. I quietly went towards the door and then I started stabbing him. He tried to fight, but it was hard because I was behind him. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab.Stab. Stab. Stab. Stab. He finally stopped breathing and collapsed on the ground. I asked God to send him where all the bad people went and asked him to stay there. The funny thing is, I don't believe in God.

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I went downstairs again and saw my mother in the pool of blood. I thought I should call the police, after all someone just died. So I went over to the phone and pressed the numbers.

"Hello, what is your emergency?" The lady at the phone asked in her calm voice.

"My parents were just killed. Could you send over the people to get the bodies out of the way? They're really smelly." I replied in my regular voice. I didn't realize it was abnormal. I never thought anything like this was abnormal. Even now.

"Little boy, it isn't nice to play tricks on people. Especially concerning other people's lives."

"I'm not kidding you can even send people over to check. Mother is one the floor in the kitchen and father is upstairs in his bedroom."

"Sure. Where do you live?" The lady replied, still thinking this was a joke.

"XXX XXXXXX Street."

"The police will be there shortly." The woman said. She then told the police officers to go check the issue out and make sure the kid doesn't do this again.

A few minutes later I heard a knock at the door. I went and opened it up to find two police officers. One that was strongly built and looked like a body builder. And the other one who was overweight and holding a doughnut.

"Kid, where are your parents?" The doughnut officer said.

"Like I said before, they are in the kitchen and bedroom." I replied. I knew I already told them that. Guess they aren't very good listeners.

"Could you go and get them for me then. We need to talk to them?" The buff man said with a smile. Guess he was trying not to scare me.

"They weigh a lot, though." I doubt I could move my parents all the way over here.

"Can't you just wake them up then? We just need a moment of their time." The buff man said. I suppose he thought they were asleep with it being 10o'clock at night

"Nope. They're dead."

"Really kid, I need to see your parents." The buff man said frowning a little.

"You can come in and see them then." I replied while turning away from the door and heading into the kitchen.

They soon realized I wasn't lying.