Why I Did It*

Oh God, I feel so alive! I’ve had these thoughts circling my head for the longest time, but I never thought today would be the day I would go through with them and gain justice. I guess I simply couldn’t handle it anymore. I just couldn’t handle knowing what they did to the people I cared the most about. I couldn’t let them think they got away with what they did, the pain they put my loved ones through. So I made them pay the same way they made the people that gave everything to me had to pay.

I can’t even begin to explain how good it felt to finally release all the pain and hurt they caused me and take it out on them. A punch to the eye, a blow to the head, knocking out a few teeth. I felt cleansed as I was beating the shit out of them. I felt as though everything they put me through was worth these moments of control and power, worth those countless lonely nights looking back on the few photos I have of fond memories from when I was a child.

Once I was satisfied with the beating, I brought out the axe. I made sure they didn’t have too much blood around their faces so that they could watch what I was about to do to the pair of them. I slowly raised the axe to the sound of screaming and slammed it down on her hand, blood splattering everywhere and screams intensifying. It was only fair then that I did the same to him and as expected, I got a similar reaction. I did the same to the other hands and the feet too. Nothing in the world could beat the feeling of lifting the axe up and hearing them scream out in pain, getting everything they deserved.

Once I had enough of the screaming and wanted my grand moment, I turned them both on their stomachs, so their backs were facing me. Looking down at them one last time I whispered, “this is for my parents” and stabbed them both in the back like they had done to me.

About haringeyunchained

Haringey Unchained is a collective of students aiming to show case the creative talent of Haringey Sixth Form College in Tottenham, London. We think that through the promotion of our creative thoughts, we can educate our community, bringing to the foreground the critical and creative consciousness of a vibrant school in a deprived part of London. We are endeavouring to provide this blog as a platform for our community, giving the space to those whose work otherwise might not be seen or read. Being that the cuffs are off, we are able to express through our photography, art, short fiction and poetry, what’s really on our minds. We are free.

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