somethingsomeonejr
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- Jan 27, 2015
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I don't post here that often, and usually I'm bad at replies. My apologies. I'm working on it.
A long story shrunk;
A few years ago my sister was raped in a car by two guys.
She was drugged and her friend left her passed out with two creeps.
This, as her big brother, has literally destroyed me.
Growing up I had always been there to protect them. They had big mouths and my body paid the checks.
I took and gave beatings for them. If they started some shit, I finished it, and then I'd shake some sense into my sister, sayin this is the last time I do this.
Of course, those of you who have sister, you'd swallow mercury and walk through hellfire to save them.
I was already doing drugs, but after this, I went to harder drugs.
I live in another country. I felt like I had failed.
I didn't know who they were. I couldn't get any names.
I just knew that what I loved above all had been reduced to a shell on 6 mg klonopin a day.
My sister knows though. She didn't press charges.
She wants to take care of it herself.
And I respect that.
But now I know who one of them is.
And all those years of beating my fist on the floors and slashing my knife at the walls, picturing their faceless bodies mutilated and desecrated, finally has a face to direct all this anger and hatred and black putrid tar that's clogging every artery in me.
But I can't, because this is about my sister. About making what makes her feel better. What helps her, not me.
If she wants to gut him, she should be the one holding the knife.
If she wants to forget it all and wants me to do the same, that's what I'll do, if it makes her feel better.
But how do I overcome this fierce feeling of inflicting him with sharp objects and clenched fists?
How do I not want to or actually commits to, crush him under my shoe like the bug he is?
I want put some bennies in his drinks, shoot him up with a homemade Datura-tincture, chain him to a chair with a ball of barbwire in his mouth while I break his every bone and I will eat his fucking flesh while making him watch.
You see? This, 24fucking7.
How do I forgive and forget?
My life is in a downward spiral and I've been falling for a few years. The purpose of breathing is questioned, and suicide often pondered.
I wouldn't mind doing time if I got caught. This makes it all so tempting.
Before you go on about moral and murder is always wrong, I want you to picture your sister or mother getting ravaged and left naked in a ditch.
This became more of a rant. I had to ventilate. I can't talk with my friends about this. My sister doesn't want to be the girl who got raped.
The only thing keeping me back is me not wanting to hurt my sister, more than she has been.
I know this is an ego-thing. I should let go, turn the other cheek.
But how the fuck to I do that, when my every instinct is to reduce the population of this planet by one human, with my own hands.
A long story shrunk;
A few years ago my sister was raped in a car by two guys.
She was drugged and her friend left her passed out with two creeps.
This, as her big brother, has literally destroyed me.
Growing up I had always been there to protect them. They had big mouths and my body paid the checks.
I took and gave beatings for them. If they started some shit, I finished it, and then I'd shake some sense into my sister, sayin this is the last time I do this.
Of course, those of you who have sister, you'd swallow mercury and walk through hellfire to save them.
I was already doing drugs, but after this, I went to harder drugs.
I live in another country. I felt like I had failed.
I didn't know who they were. I couldn't get any names.
I just knew that what I loved above all had been reduced to a shell on 6 mg klonopin a day.
My sister knows though. She didn't press charges.
She wants to take care of it herself.
And I respect that.
But now I know who one of them is.
And all those years of beating my fist on the floors and slashing my knife at the walls, picturing their faceless bodies mutilated and desecrated, finally has a face to direct all this anger and hatred and black putrid tar that's clogging every artery in me.
But I can't, because this is about my sister. About making what makes her feel better. What helps her, not me.
If she wants to gut him, she should be the one holding the knife.
If she wants to forget it all and wants me to do the same, that's what I'll do, if it makes her feel better.
But how do I overcome this fierce feeling of inflicting him with sharp objects and clenched fists?
How do I not want to or actually commits to, crush him under my shoe like the bug he is?
I want put some bennies in his drinks, shoot him up with a homemade Datura-tincture, chain him to a chair with a ball of barbwire in his mouth while I break his every bone and I will eat his fucking flesh while making him watch.
You see? This, 24fucking7.
How do I forgive and forget?
My life is in a downward spiral and I've been falling for a few years. The purpose of breathing is questioned, and suicide often pondered.
I wouldn't mind doing time if I got caught. This makes it all so tempting.
Before you go on about moral and murder is always wrong, I want you to picture your sister or mother getting ravaged and left naked in a ditch.
This became more of a rant. I had to ventilate. I can't talk with my friends about this. My sister doesn't want to be the girl who got raped.
The only thing keeping me back is me not wanting to hurt my sister, more than she has been.
I know this is an ego-thing. I should let go, turn the other cheek.
But how the fuck to I do that, when my every instinct is to reduce the population of this planet by one human, with my own hands.