Violet looks me in the eyes sorrowful.
"Y'know, I don't wanna say my story is worse than yours- because it's not! It's just… What I did is worse than how you handled your situation…- And I regret it every single day… You're actually the first person I'm telling. You're the first person you even cared enough to sit down and listen. I don't even know how those people who brought me in knew. I never told anyone this and you can't either. This is serious." She says, looking at the ground for a second and then back at me.
"W-what do you mean?"
"I'll tell you." She begins. "It started when my father came back into my life. You see.. He wasn't the father everyone in my city thought he was. My family was quite wealthy actually. Everyone thought my father was this cool, awesome guy because that's the type of act he would put on in front of everyone." She said looking rather frustrated, staring at the ground again.
" They thought he was perfect, but he wasn't! He was the absolute farthest from perfect. He wasn't even decent. I just didn't understand. My father was always upset at something. Everyday something just seemed to piss him off. I was eight at the time and I didn't even know what to do or how to handle the situation. He would always abuse me and mom countless amounts of times and even multiple times a day. He was good at covering his tracks though. He was drunk, but he surely made sure no one knew this except me, my mother, and him of course. It was stressful times for us. One time… he even.. tried to rape me. He tried to get my mother at first but she refused and put up a hell of a fight. I guess I was the next best option. In my mind there was only one thing to do. Run away. So I did. I left my mother there with that maniac in hopes to find a better life for myself. How selfish of me. But I wasn't thinking about that in the heat of the moment. I packed up all my stuff that night, opened my window and climbed out, then ran away. A couple years after that incident. I met this boy and I thought we were so in love and I would've done anything for him. And I did. He started putting all of this stuff in my head. Brainwashing me. I didn't even see it coming because I was to head over heels."
Is this what they meant by blinded by love?, I thought. I wonder what he told her. Surely he had to tell her something.
"He started to fill my head up with lies, such as your basic things like "I love you sweetheart" and "you're the world to me." I was so stupid back then, but I had never felt love before, I didn't want to face the facts and give all of that up. I wish I had. He told me that my father had never loved me and neither did my mom. He said "think about it, if your mom had loved you, why did she let her dad do all those terrible things to you?" At the time I had thought he was right. He told me that I should get payback and kill them because I could never get my innocence back. Like I said, back then I would have done any and everything for him. I went back to my house with a knife behind my back. My mother looked so sick and pale. So weak. She wobbled over to hug me, she was so excited to see me. I was so blinded by love and hate I hugged her with one hand and stabbed her with the other without thinking in pure rage. I heard her coughing and I felt a warm sticky substance spew out onto my shoulder with every jerk of her body. She began walking backward coughing up blood until she fell onto the ground, dead. My father then walked in the room after the loud thud of her now lifeless body flopping onto the floor. In a panic, I threw the knife and it coincidentally pierced right between his eyes, but more so up on his forehead. A couple days later, I went to Inherit my father's money. My boyfriend stayed with me inside the Mansion where I had manslaughtered my parents, but a couple days later he and all the money was gone. I soon found out that he knew who my father was and he knew what he had been doing to me and mother. He had planned all of this out, just for the money. I meant nothing to him, while he meant everything to me. He even had a girlfriend and baby. This was for nothing. I did that for nothing. I had to let that register. I murdered my mother for nothing. Nothing. I always stayed to myself after that. I never went out unless it was absolutely necessary. I hardly even left my room at that. One year later I am seventeen and I'm here." She concluded, while in tears.
I lean over to give her a hug. I whisper in her ear-
"Let it out. It's okay. Let it all out."
We sit on the dirty cafeteria floor for the rest of the night, hugging and sobbing together.