When I was 14 when they told me I was going to live with him, I operated on alive on my favorite rabbit. I opened it without anesthesia. One of the women surprised me and saved him by stopping me.
I never took care of my rabbits again. I abandoned them.
I moved to his place. I was alone in a separate floor.
My paternal grandmother passed away the first weekend just after I moved. He refused to let me go to the funeral saying we didn't have the money.
He came to my room at night. No one could hear me.
I was alone.
I feel like I'm in hell.
My body is shaking.
Understanding how to make these links is so horrible.
I understand why and how theoretically I could forget but a part of me doubts and thinks that I am crazy.
Everything has been so premeditated reflected with such intelligence of human psychology ... How can a madman be so intelligent Machiavellian?
Bring me in when I was 14. Sit above their apartment away from noise.
At that age I should have remembered it, right?
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