Chester Meisenzahl D7 {done}

"I wish you were never born!"

Her voice was foreign as the words bounced through the room he was standing in. Red spots flashed before his eyes as his fist connected with the wall punching a hole straight through it. Tears stained his face. Chaos erupted in front of him. Mother jumped to her feet pushing her chair over as she stood so quickly. Her hands raised into the air, and she moved towards him. A force drove her forward. Each step vibrated throughout his entire body. His hands shook at his side while blood streamed down the side of his pants. Silence filled the room until was broken by her hand connecting with his cheek leaving a handprint embedded into his face.

"You are a fuck up! You ruin everything! You should just go die. Nobody ever cared about you, and I sure as hell never will, Chester."

What did I do to deserve this? He asked himself over and over, yet not a single answer floated to his mind. Was it because I broke something? Did I break her trust? What did I do? His blue eyes turned towards the man sitting on the couch, his father. A man he loved. Father always took him out into the woods growing up. He showed Chester how to use the axe. He showed him the proper ways to cut down trees for when he started working, but work felt so far away. It was a word he had never heard of in his entire life. Chester loved his father, and he loved his mother. All he wanted was to prove his worth. To show them that his entire life was devoted to keeping his parents happy along with his twin, and his younger siblings.

"Go to Hell Chester! I hope you die the worse death imaginable! Get out of my fucking house!" Her voice echoed through his mind. Tears sat on the brim of his eyes waiting to fall at any given second. His chin fell to the floor as a hammer pounded inside his skull with each heart beat. Yet he couldn't move. Glue plastered his feet to the floor as the world crashed upon his fragile shoulders. He wanted to speak, yet each time he opened his mouth horrific sounds bellowed through the room. Every bit of anger he was feeling turned into extreme sorrow. Once again he turned towards his father. A man he wanted to save him. A man he needed to help him, but instead of jumping to his son's aid, the man sat there staring at the crazy woman in front of him."You heard her, Chester."

"I SAID GET OUT!"

His heart fell deep into his stomach. Droplets of blood fell onto the floor staining the wood red. Tears swam down his face as he turned away from his mother and father. His feet bounded against the floor as he took off running as fast as he tiny legs could carry him. Each stride grew longer and longer until he slammed the door shut behind him so hard the glass shattered. Shards flew in every direction. Her screams bellowed behind him, but he didn't stop moving. He ran forward. Dust blinded the way. A life was ruined. A life that had done nothing wrong lost the love of a mother, a father, a brother, a sister. Of every single person in the world. His mind was heavy. Every single breath caught in his throat. The entire lifetime of happiness was destroyed, and there wasn't any turning back. A flame grew inside of him, and the harsh, cruel words of his mother fueled it.

A grin laced with malice spread across his pale face hidden from the sun by his curly, blonde hair. Narrow blue eyes stared at the same spot on the ground as he moved. Bursts of laughter filled the air with each step he took. A demonic entity flourished inside of him. His pale skin burned bright red as the sun beamed down upon him. Each breath drew his ribs closer and closer to him. Even beneath his shirt the amount of ribs was capable of being counted without him manipulating his body in any way. Loud roars echoed through his ears bouncing through his skull. The roars were deafening especially when silence consumed him. Baggy clothing slid from his body. Toes protruded through holes in his sneakers. It felt like someone stood inside his brain pounding a mallet against his skull. Every night he drifted off with a splitting headache expecting it to go away, yet each time he woke it was much, much worse.

It only vanished when he drowned himself with water.

In the darkest hours of the night, Chester journeyed through the woods of the district stripping away the life of everything. Plants touched his skin. Some of them left horrible itchy rashes. Others burned. Fragile fingers wrapped around the stems before jerking them away from their home in the ground. He wondered what he could do with these. Some where deadly, and he used what he learned from his father when they ventured into the various parts of the district to figure out which was which. Setting traps, he'd capture small animals forcing different plants down their throats, or rubbing it across their skin because it brought laughter and joy to his life while the animals convulsed in front of him. Every step of the way, his mind focused. Plants fascinated him. They took control of his life. Especially the poisonous ones.

I'll show them. I'll make them pay for everything they had done. Show them that I am not their little boy anymore, and that I'll never love them. Mother and Father will soon reap what they sow.

Every day he worked trying to force his way through life after finally landing a job as a tree cutter. The axe became his own. Each waking second was spent slicing down trees. Splitting them in half. Trying to turn them into something they weren't. Every time the blade sliced through the bark, he imagined the blade of the axe sliding through those who tormented him. His mother and his father. He wanted to feel the blood as it spewed from their dying bodies. He wanted to taste it. To feast on it. To turn them into a piece of trash. They forced him to the streets. They kicked him out when he needed them the most. All because he wasn't good enough. He made a mistake. He told the truth. It was in that moment he realized lying was the best. Making up stories everyone could believe in order to get them follow him.

The blade of the axe ran gently through his hand slicing deep into his delicate skin cutting through a nerve. Screams fled from his lips, but it stopped. It was dead quiet when sudden bursts of wickedness flew from his lips. Pain was temporary. Pride lasted forever, and this was a mission to prove to his parents that he was best off alone. His mind raced as many thoughts crept through his mind. Chester stood beside a tree that towered over his five foot eight inch body, and his gaze fixed on the door to his house. The busted window remained broken. Dents filled the door. Wiping every single emotion away he marched forward pocketing a bunch of plants he gathered earlier. Blotchy spots formed on his arms as sweat poured from his brow. His heart focused on his prize, and in the silence of the moment his heart was all he could hear.

Do it, Chester. Do it. Make them pay. Show them who you are. Show them what you become.

Bursting through the door, his eyes focused on his mother coming towards him. With the axe in his hand, he stood his ground. His eyes heavy as he raised a single finger pointing at her. "You!" A single word fell from his lips as he was blinding by rage. Blood ran down his arm as all the pain slowly went away. Fear danced through the woman standing in front of him as he raised the axe high into the sky. The corners of his lips curled back showing his yellow teeth as the world around him froze. His heart echoed in his head as she screamed begging him to go away, but it never stopped. Chester as driven by rage and anger. A spark she lit inside of him spread like a wildfire as her screams filled the air. Blood sprayed across him until silence filled the room.

As he raised his gaze, blood pouring from his body, he slid the axe against his fingers slicing two of them from each hand away from his own body. He saw his father trying to run for it. He watched as he tried to fly away from the house forever. "And where do you think you're going?" Chester cocked his head slightly before rising to his feet. "You aren't going anywhere. I'm not through with you. I'll never be through with you. Or anyone else in the world. You had your chance, and you blew it. So now, this chance is mine, and I'm not letting it slip by." His voice filled the air as tensions rose. Chester closed his eyes as darkness took over his entire body.

This was only the beginning.