It was a cool spring afternoon, the sun light was starting to dim through the forest trees. I trudged through the woods down the street from my house. I always went there after school; I liked to sit next to the creek and study.
It was hard for me to do my homework at my house, because of my father’s drinking, and my parents' constant bickering. The two of them were always fighting over something; normally his drinking. This made it nearly impossible for me to stay focused on my daily activities.
sat down, my history book on the rock next to me, when I heard a cat meowing in the distance. He came out of the bushes to the left of me. I recognized the orange tabby; it belonged to my next-door neighbor Kevin, who was always mean to me.
I stood and walked over to where Trig was standing thinking how much Kevin loved that cat. “ Trig come on. It's okay,” I called.
Gently, I reached down and picked him up. I ran my hand over the small of his back. As the cat purred for more attention, I smiled. I decided to sit the cat on the ground in front of me, and ran my hand down his spine once more.
I grabbed up a large rock. I held the rock in my right hand as I kept petting the cat. My heart was pounding in my chest, the blood pumping through my veins, I never felt so alive!
The animal had no idea of my intentions. I quickly moved my hand out of the way before tightly gripping the rock, and slamming it into the cat’s skull; all the while memories of Kevin’s relentless torment flooding my mind. I kept on hitting him, lost in rage, even after it quit moving.
I took a deep breath and looked down at the cat’s head I had just crushed. It was hard to tell it had been a cat when I got done with it, aside from the bloody fur I held in my hands.
It wasn’t that I hated the animal; I had the urge to make Kevin as unhappy as he made me feel so many times before, and now he would know what it felt like.
I can't understand why I have this hate and this darkness that constantly live inside of me. I feel like it is eating away at my humanity and self-control.
When I saw it, the blood covering the rock in my hands, I smiled happily. I looked down and realized there were bloodstains on my shoes, which made me frown.
I wished I had my Polaroid camera. I enjoyed taking pictures, and this was an event to remember.
I threw the rock into the creek and walked over to wash my hands and shoes.
When I finished cleaning up, the sky was starting to change to a pale reflection of what it had been earlier. There was still enough light to make it home. I stuffed my books in my backpack and threw it over my shoulder.
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