Although the boy wanted to play with friends, he didn't have any. His parents lived in a Village and didn't enroll him in school, which had a huge impact on Jarger.
Sometimes I ask my mom questions such as "Why is dad like that?" Or "Do you love me?" But the only answer I get out of her is silence, dead silence.
Although the boy changed in the years of his father's abuse, the mother did too. She became numb and cold.
She used to make me food that I could feel love from, hugs that would give my heart warmth. But where is that now?
The only food I get is raw stuff that are hard to swallow. I wonder if kids my age live like this too? That would maybe make me feel a little better.
But that doesn't matter, that wouldn't change anything. Even I know that much. I feel the most pity for my mother, seeing her swollen face and teary eyes everyday makes my heart ache. She didn't deserve any of this too you know?
Jarger realized that he should do something about this. He thought to himself I should just kill this father of mine. That wasn't his first time thinking this. He have had this thought a lot of times.
That desire grew with each day, with each wound and with each mark. Now that he is 13, that desire is stronger than ever.
I shall kill him with the symbol he destroyed, the symbol for that little love I received when I was younger.
Although his father destroyed all the toys his mother gave him when he was younger, he still kept them. Even though they were as tattered and broken as him. The toys were in pieces, which resulted in them having many sharp edges.
Perfect for killing huh? I will end this tragedy with my own hands.
The next day Jargon woke up to his father's yelling, his mom had escaped. She wasn't anywhere to be found.
"WHERE IS THAT WHORE? SHE WENT AWAY, SHE ESCAPED. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT JARGER, IF YOU WERENT BORN NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPE-"
Blood splattered from one of his eyes as the sharp edge of the toy went through it.
"YOU CURSED CHILD!" He says as he stumbles and falls to the ground.
The boy took this chance to run to the kitchen. He opened the drawer and took the most sharp looking knife he could find.
The father runs after him after gaining his balance. He rushed to the kitchen to only be pierced by the knife in the boys hands.
"Your evil..."
Those were the father's last words to his child. Jarger felt emotional, he hasn't felt any emotion in the past years but right now he is feeling more sadness then anger. He took out the knife from his father's stomach and ran as fast as he could.
"Why would she abandon me? Why would you abandon me mom? You also think I'm evil, is that why??" He says and keeps repeating these questions to himself as he runs with his face full of tears.
The boy felt like he was suffocating, a part of him felt relieved while another part of him felt a suffocating sadness.
Where lies his future? Where will his actions lead him?
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