So, I changed my mind. What changed my mind?
I was ready to go through with it. I was tired. I still am. I cant sleep at night, I cant handle the flashbacks of every horrible thing that has happened. But I still decided to stick around.
When midnight hit, I took my rope and the book I write my dark things in to my peaceful place. I wanted my family to find my book and realise how messed up I had been for the past few months.
I sat there smoking weed and drinking gin for a while, enjoying the peace one last time on this earth before finally having eternal peace on the unknown. It felt nice for a second.
Then I kept hearing this annoying barking and howling. Where was it coming from? It was ruining my moment. It was coming from that house. The flashbacks came rushing back, and so did my rage. I remembered that they once set that dog on me. They stood there watching as I screamed trying to get it off me, laughing, enjoying the fucking show, until my brother got it off me. It bit my leg. I had to take seven shots of antirabies and needed an incision and drainage of an abscess on my leg. That was last year.
I couldnt let that barking ruin my last night on earth. That barking couldnt be the last thing I heard.
I had a score to settle with that damn dog. I hate it. So, I rushed back into the house and grabbed the biggest kitchen knife I could get my hands on. I planned on stabbing the shit out of it. And I did. I dont even know how many times I went off at it. There was so much blood. I was covered in blood. I felt all the rage leave my body in that moment. I no longer felt the need to kill myself. I took the bloodied knife and went back under my tree. I lay there looking at the sky drinking and smoking more weed until I passed out.
I was woken up in the morning by my mother, the rope and knife still with me, and that damn dog barking.
Fuck! I was dreaming. It was a damn dream. But it made me feel better. Letting all that rage out like that felt awesome.
I gave my mother some story about why I had the rope and knife with me.
So, I want to see how all this will end. For now, it wont end with me taking my life so soon.
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Whew, boy am I glad it was just a dream, (As an owner of 3 pomeranian huskies, you had me worried). I’m happy that you found relief in your dream, anything that keeps you going on is a good thing in my opinion! I was always shit at giving advice, so I won’t even bother, but if you ever need someone to talk to about anything at all, just hit me up brother.
I dont hate dogs. God No!! I love those cute creatures.
Its just, that dog brings back really horrible memories. I know it wasnt its fault anyway. The owner was responsible for what happened to me. But hearing it barking and howling all night just pisses me off so much…
Whew. Deep breath in. Let me calm down…
I’d like to talk to you LegitRiot.
And, Im a sister.
I dont hate dogs. God No!! I love those cute creatures. Dont own one yet because my parents are too uptight. (another mouth to feed and whatever…)
Its just, that dog brings back really horrible memories. That dog hurt me. I know it wasnt the dog’s fault anyway. The owner was responsible for what happened to me. But hearing it barking and howling all night just pisses me off so much…
Whew. Deep breath in. Let me calm down…
I’d like to talk to you LegitRiot.
And, Im a sister.
Aww sorry for calling you a dude then! lol have an email or skype? It’d be a lot easier to talk there.
I know I come across as a dude given how violent my posts are sometimes.
I have email: kwandam41@gmail.com
yeah people seem to think im a boy too XD
but im also glad it was just a dream
@monster and ylem: I just think of us all as gender fluid.
I used to, but then i changed my mind
Nie jammer hoor, juis goed.
I am glad to know you’re alive. I really hope you can live a happier, fulfilling life in the future despite how hard your life has been.
A dog attacked me in 2009 (…08…09… Yeah, 2009. I guess) and I had to go to the hospital. Took a few shots of antirabies. I won’t lie, I’m not sure if I still like dogs lol. I definitely don’t hate them, I know they can be amazing friends. But I’m always very careful when I see one, they scare me.
Thanks Tristeza. You had a role to play in my deciding to stick around. I hope you find peace in your own life.
Hugs