Once I went downstairs to find my parents holding a small child who was maybe around 7-9 years old. This "boy" was in front of the household as a solicitor for supporting a local orphanage. My parents might have asked him to leave, but he asked a few more times if they wanted to donate money. Inside they were yelling at him thinking he was here stealing things yelling racial slurs at him.
Noah raised his voice. "Listen here you little shit, I don't want kids like you around our house, we know you steal from other people."
Tamm was yelling loudly at him. "And if you took anything, I'll have you put back in that orphanage and make sure you'll never have a family to go to."
The kid was so scared and started to cry. "Please miss, I wasn't going to take your stuff."
Tamm grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to their front door waiting for the police to come. Before the police came she made him hold some cash so the police would think he stole it.
Tamm spits insults at him. "Hold this you little shit, I want to make sure the world knows who you are, all of you people."
Tamm boy tries to break loose of her grip and tries to push her away. Tamm brings her hand to him, slapping him hard across the face, bruising his cheek.
Tamm tells him to stop moving and yells louder to scare him. "Quit your squirming or you'll get slapped again. You're not going anywhere until the police arrive, so cut it out."
I watched this poor boy get slapped on the face, and then inside me, I got a flashback, of the slashes on my back from the whip I was whipped with, and all the times they slapped me on the face at full force. I had to help this boy or he would be tortured the same way I was. I couldn't let this boy have the trauma that I had, I had to put an end to it.
I walked up to those monsters clenching my fists. "You are monsters I'm tired of seeing you torture people, do I have to torture you myself."
I walked up to Noah and grabbed him by the throat. I punched Noah in the face multiple times making his nose bleed. He starts to fade out and fall asleep but I slap him awake again.
I talk to him, giving him my final words. "You did this yourself, you made me do this."
Noah cries for mercy in pain. "Please stop, please please, I'll let him go." Noah bleeds from his nose even more.
Tamm is scared and holding Noah, hugging him. I get to the kitchen pulling out a butcher's knife. I walk back to the front door, as Tamm cries holding Noah. I raised the knife in my hand and pointed it at them.
Tamm cries and screams at me as I walk up to them. "You little ungrateful shit, if you kill us you will be put to death."
I walk closer to them pointing at the kid and tell him to get out. "You need to leave now, or they will hurt you, these are bad people."
I step up the Tamm and sink the knife into her sternum, and the knife slices clean into the bone. Tamm gurgles in agony bleeding out heavily. She struggles to breathe since I may have cut her in one of the lungs.
I wish she would hear my words. "I thought you were just trying to help me get through the world, but instead you tortured me and you brought another child into this."
Tamm speaks gasping for air. "We are sorry, we-." Tamm stops breathing and passes quickly.
I look into her eyes with a dark and cold expression and say. "And if I do get a death sentence…I'll be waiting for you in hell."
Noah is unconscious on the floor with dry blood on his lips. I drag the knife across his throat slowly and behind the knife leave a trail in a thin line opening up wider on the skin and bleeding more and more rapidly. I go sit on the living room couch waiting for the police to arrive.
I wait for a while and soon hear sirens outside. A police officer knocks on the door asking for it to open up. I just sit here and do nothing waiting for my new punishment. The officer grows impatient and knocks on the door loudly and shoots the handle opening the door. He looks down in front of the door noticing the two mutilated corpses.
The officer looked at me confused and I was a bit worried. "What the hell did you do? I want you to walk over here slowly and put your hand behind your back."
The officer cuffs me, holding me to the car. "You are under arrest for the murder of Noah Parsey and Tamm Parsey."
I was shoved into the car and locked in with the cuff almost crushing my wrists, but that didn't bother me. I was in my own world, thinking about if what I did was right or not. Those people were hurting that other kid and almost killed me many times due to cutting my back open with a whip. I may have finally ended my torture, but now I'm spending the rest of my life behind bars.
I am waiting inside the car, soon news reporters will arrive at the house. People head inside to take photos and try to ask me questions through the glass window. People are rushing inside hauling the two bodies in the back of an ambulance. A few people banged on the glass cursing me out and calling me a monster. The car starts moving and I'm being taken to the police department for investigation.