Pherick Parks d9 {done}

”I promise to be here with you.”

”I will always be by your side.”

”I will never leave you.”

”No matter what.”

”I promise.”

Liar!

You left me to rot. You left me as a dead man through the broken promises and shattered dreams. Every single word you ever spoke to me was a lie.

You taught me that nothing matters in life. That every good thing turns bad. You left me in the grass where nobody would find me. You tossed trash on top of me, but you said you cared. You said it was out of love. Yet love doesn't exist anymore. You thought I would die. You tormented me, broke me until nothing was left. Just a shell of a child you once loved, but that child no longer loves in return. You wanted me to become a monster.

That monster, I have become.

(That Monster will always survive.)

Invisible strings wrap around my arms and legs forcing me into a way of life that I didn't choose. You wanted to control me. To tear my world apart until I wasn't any use of you anymore. Every spoken word was met with a deadly force. Handprints embed deep in my pale cheeks. Red fingerprints crept towards my eyes. For the longest time you wanted me to cry. You wanted me to show love and affection for you and father. "It's out of love, my dear." You taught me the meaning of love. Of parents. Of family.

(Family is only a word along with love.)

Each day it went on. Trapping me. Hurting me. Turning me into nothing. A worthless human with no life. One that nobody cared about. But you swore it was out of love. You promised you wouldn't hurt me. That none of this was meant to hurt me. Oh how wrong you were, Mother. I'm not the tiny boy burn into the world anymore. I"m not the one trapped within the depths of your grasps. The pain and torture you spent your entire life placing on me. Oh, Mother, how wrong you were. Father wasn't any better. No. He sat back and watched it happen. He ate the food.

Chaske stole the food for us.
Chaske risked the punishment.
For us.

He cared when nobody else did. I watched what you did to him. What you and father did when a piece of food was missing. You always questioned me. Yet believing me over him was far from the truth. Even when I lied you said it wasn't me. You said I wouldn't ever do anything like that. Oh mother, how stupid you were. I stole too. It was an act of kindness. Something to keep the family alive when all you cared about was the one child who meant the world to you.

Rolf. The horrible child. The one I want to kill.

Oh the wrath you had when you found out that I was lying to you. The amount of pain you put me through. You tried to kill me. Beat me into nothing. Slap me with a rope until I never said another word. No more tears fell from my lips. My tiny, fragile hands turned into nothing as the world slowly crept away from me. You laughed. You spit on me. Mother. You said you wouldn't leave me. That you cared about me.

Lies!

You thought you killed me. My dark eyes closed, and I held my breath long enough for you to think it was over. Father carried me outside. You threw me to the ground stomping on my face to make sure I was dead. My nose always pays for it now. My jaw was broken in many places. Teeth were knocked free. But I never flinched. Never said a word because I was numb. Pain never existed inside me anymore. You threw trash over top of me burying me in the ground. You didn't even have your own son a proper funeral.

I laid there for two full days without moving eating the dirt of the ground. Shoveling it down my throat in order to survive. Leaves twisted through my shaggy black hair. Worms crawled across my skin, and when the time was right. I crawled to the top, and a new man was born.

Don't worry, Mother. I'm still your baby boy.

Dark eye reflected back at me as I gazed through your window. My own reflection was alarming for only a second, yet it never changed how I looked. Howls of laughter bellowed inside of my echoing throughout my mind, however, my demeanor remained calm. I had nothing to lose. Nothing to gang. My words slurred together with each breath I took. My lungs begged for mercy. My heart wanted to stop beating. To go away for the rest of my life, but you stayed there.

Chaske cared. He opened the door. He let me inside despite the warnings not to. He led me to you when you were least expecting it. You were talking to him. To Rolf. The only child you ever cared about despite your promises. You taught me something, mother. You taught me that promises were meant to be broken, and that the truth was never the truth. Every single word that came from your lips was a lie.

Galloping through the kitchen, I removed a blade from the counter. It fit perfectly in my raw, broken hands. Leaping through the halls, I shut every single door until I rested against yours. My eyes heavy with lack of sleep. My tiny, frail body begged for a bite to eat. My ribs stuck out from my skin, but it was all masked by adrenaline. Father was sitting next to you. I listened to you talk for a while taking in every single word.

("Do you think we were wrong?" You asked.
"No." He replied. "It was for the best."
"Do you miss him any?" You asked.
"No. Not at all. I'm glad he's dead." He answered.
"I am too. Pherick was a horrible mistake." You stated.
"Everyone but Rolf was a mistake." He retorted.
"Let's kill them all." You said emotionless.)

Chaske was there. He walked up behind me holding food in his hand. Smashing the plate towards the ground, I stormed into the room. Staring into your eyes, it was like I could see your soul quivering inside of you. Like a ghost was standing before you. Deep bellows of laughter escaped my lips as you crawled against the floor edging your way back towards the back of the room screaming for mercy. Mercy doesn't exist, though, and you know it. You taught me that it didn't because I begged for mercy so many times. Each time I was dealt a blow. My lips twisted into an evil grin as I raised the knife into my hand before brutally ending your life forever. Each time you begged for mercy, I quietened you until you could speak no longer.

Father tried running away. He tried escaping the grasp you had on him until it was too late. Chaske had met him at the door. He was prepared, and all I did was cackle as his body fell beside yours.

I dropped a match on your clothes.
I watched you both 
burn.

Oh Father. I could've been your identical twin because we looked so much alike. Shaggy black hair. Dark almond shaped eyes. Although so much has changed from the brutal beatings. My face is deformed from a broken jaw that never grew back right. Shortness of breath from the lung problems you gave me. Running is hard, but fighting has become even harder. A growling stomach eats away at what little muscles remain on my body.

I stared into the eyes of Rolf before running away from the house forever. He was left with only one accusation.

It was all Chaske.

For the longest time it's all I heard. He asked if I regretted it. He asked if I was sorry. I felt nothing. No glory. No pride. No excitement. Nothing. Just an empty shell of a monster that you wanted me to become.

I watched you die.
I heard your screams.
But I am not
s o r r y.

I do not speak a word as I strike the match to burn places down. I live to watch people cry out in pain. To beg for mercy, but the only way I'll give them mercy is by a coin. ("Heads or tails.") Choose wrong, and death marks a new target, but make the right choice, and I'll spare you.

But only once.

For everyone who sins against me will pay.

Because I will sentence you to death.

You promised.
You lied.
And in return
You died.