I caught myself and kept yelling no. Somehow I got a bat and started beating him as hard as I could in the head, everywhere so he could feel my pain. This time I was the one able to let my anger out, to let myself go, it was my turn. His face was so beaten that it was off of his skull and he lye on the floor dead. Sometime towards the end, his daughter and wife walked in and my shoulder was caught back on a metal fence to reality going at speeds of a million miles per hour. My heart was pounding just as hard as I was pounding the bat on his face and a dam full of tears were screaming pouring out. The next words that came out of my wet, salivating, bloody mouth were I’m so sorry. I wasn’t talking about him though; I was saying it to her, his daughter, and to myself.
...just a little smidgen of what is yet to come.
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woah, that's intense. you did a really good job making it easy to understand and visualize. i hope you always write down your dreams. the ones as emotional as this anyways.
come home come home
This made me cry, the way you worded it, was so terrifying and beautiful.
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