My life feels like a never ending nightmare that I can never wake up from. My parents are alcoholics and take any money they can get just to buy more booze. When they’re drunk, which is most of the time, they start hitting and smashing anything and everything they can get their hands on… even me. I get bullied in school because of it, and the teachers just turn a blind eye.

I’m covered in scars and bruises, but no one ever seems to care. I have no ‘safe space’, no place to hide... no place to run. My parents refuse to let me leave or move out, because how else would they get money? Who else could they beat up when they’re drunk? I sleep in a tiny closet on a ripped up blanket. There’s no room to move around, there’s only just enough to sit down and even then you’re touching all of the walls.

I’m depressed and anxious all the time and I can’t get myself to trust anyone anymore. My mental state is plummeting and there’s no way to stop it. It’s time to do what must be done.

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I get home from school a few hours late, covered in blood with a gun in one hand and a knife in the other. I give a sadistic smile to the two figures standing in front of me.

“M-Monster! Y-You’re a Monster! What did you do?!? How could you!” They yelled at me, cowering behind a broken table in the middle of an empty dining room. The only response I could give was laughter before I was calm enough to speak.

“Why should I apologize for being a monster, when no one apologized for turning me into one?” The sentence that had been plaguing my mind for years finally escaped my mouth, directed towards the ones who made me into what I am now.

I watched as their eyes widened and their mouths opened wide in what I can only assume to be shock. They turned me into a monster, so now they get to see what a monster can do.

By the time I’m finished, the room is stained red and their bodies no longer resemble anything human-like. I can hear the sirens outside and I know what awaits me. I don’t care. I’ve accomplished what needed to be done and I no longer have anything to strive for. As the cops walk in and see my masterpiece, I fire the one remaining bullet and watch as my body hits the floor and the darkness overtakes my vision.