Re: Demons
Hi.
Time to tell my story, I think.
It's meant to be quite childish in parts. I'll explain more about that later.
It was a cold and dark night... what! it was.
Well it was around seven in the evening and it was cold, and dark. I was walking with my mum to the doctors for some reason. I was around 8 maybe 9? I don't know. Anyway we went to the doctors with my brother in the pram. (stroller I think they call it in America.) So after this doctors visit, we went to my nans. Why we went there, i didn't know. I even asked my mum and got told to "shut up!"
Anyway I ended up living there. I remember my first night. I was playing with my new toy I got from the library In school. It was a phone toy, and you press buttons and it makes nice sounds. Man that toy was awesome!
You wonna know the best part of that night, Audio game community? The best part, the most awesomest part? No arguments! No more would I have to here, a ll those bad words that I wasn't meant to say, but said inside my head anyway cause they sounded funny... No more would i smell that icky stuff my mum and dad drunk on a daily bassess. No more would I get told I was a bad boy. I wasn't! I didn't brake anything but I got the blame. "Oh Brad broke the lamp. brad broke the toys." Brad, this, brad that. No more would I get smacked for doing nothing. And the sofa. (couch.) Man that was the most comfiest thing I'd ever slept on. Oh and I got audiobooks on tape. [[wow]], they were awesome too!
I thought i was the luckiest 10 year old ever!
And here's where the story turns from a nice story to a story I wish I didn't have to live...
I was 11 and had made a friend in school. His name was Guilllermo. ghe yer, mo. And I thought he was quite awesome. We'd have fun talking and throwing grass at eatch other. So I told him i was being bullied, and I told him about the arguments b
efore I lived with my nan. I told him everything!
And you wonna know what he did? He turned against me. When the bully would bully me, he'd join in. or just stand there. Now keep in mind the guy was strong. Of course he was. Couldn't have a week person getting all the girls attentions when he went on holiday, now could we? Oh noooooo. ahum, sorry, kind of side tracked there...
Anyway, he stood there, while I was kicked, punched, dragged over tarmac. IF you don't know what that is, it's a rubber like stuff that people put down on roads. It has stones in it. I was dragged from one end of the pitch to another. And when ever I'd tell a teacher. They'd do nothing about it. nothing at all! My nan got involved and still they did nothing.
I left that place with a mistrust of adults and hating those students I hung around with.
Moving onto college...
I left Lindon Lodge to go to, RNC college.
In this college I met a guy, Richard. Who I thought was my friend, how wrong I was.
He met a girl, Aliya, and they soon started going out. He was lazy and she was no better. Fat and lazy, the both of them. I was bullied there too. I wasn't confident. Would you have been if you were kicked down all the time you tried to fit in? Would you be, if the teachers didn't help even though they said they didn't support bullying? Well in this college I got thrown into Richards room, to here him and his fat ugly girlfriend have sex. It was stupid sex too. All oooo baby, yeah, and all that shit. stupid sounds!
He locked the door so I couldn't get out.
Another time, I was strangled, by Richard just because I wouldn't give in and go into there fucking room, get it? fucking room, because they fucked in there? No, no? Oh well, I guess I'm crazy.
Also, I got beaten up in the student services, and all the idiots did in there was tell the bastard, no fighting in the studen
t services. Oh great, yeah tell him that. Idiots. So what does he do, he drags me out side with his fat girlfriend, side note, she has a huge ass, nice and soft and all that. Tries to "Help" By saying stop Richard, don't do that baby. God she made me sick.
All that nice fakeness. Idiot. Doesn't she get it? It wasn't going to work. That wasn't going through my mind. What was going through my mind at that time was this; oh great here we go again.
SO I get dragged to their room, and thrown on the Flor then they just sit there... [[wow]] what a waste of time that was.
Oh and do you know, I tried to help the fat bitch and her ugly boyfriend twice?
Once was when the idiot tried to kill himself...
So I'm lying there in bed, when I sense something's wrong, I've always believed in this sense, so I get up rush out the door and into Richards room. he's on the phone. "Baby, I'm sorry I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to do it." Side note, I still don't know what he didn't mean to do. probably cheated or something. She's crying. "Brad, brad! help him." ha! finally the bitch needs me to do something for her. She says. "I'm coming over" Hangs up and does just that.
While she's getting her fat ass over to campal hall I talked to Richard.
He showed me the knife he was going to use to slit his wrists with. The fucking knife wasn't even that sharp. Stupid idiot wouldn't have even gotten to the, "ow! shit! this hurts!" stage. It was that blunt. It was one of those knifes in that thing with a bottle opener and other things in it. I can't remember what it's called.
Anyway, she comes over, they talk, they kiss, they make me want to throw up. They, don't! Thank me, oh noooo. So I go back to bed.
Second time.
The fat bitch was sick.
So I thought I'd be nice and
stay in her room and look after her. while her boyfriend was gone. Did I get a thank you? Did I hell!
Richard; "Why are you here?"
Me; "I was looking after Aliya"
Richard; "She can look after herself."
Me; "Oh..."
This was after about 2 and a half hours of hearing her snore while he had gone to some bar or something.
Hey, now I think about it, maybe I should have touched her. You no, touched all the "bad" areas. Wouldn't that have been fun?
But then I'd probably get told off or something. Oh well, it was just an idea.
So I told on those two and again got the exact same treatment as before.
Well not exactly the same. Richard got moved closer to his girlfriend and I was stuck in the same fucking room for 3 months.
Explain to me how exactly Richard was being punished?
Here's the strange thing. Richard and I, are good friends now. After she broke up with him and he realized I was write all along.
Random bits of info, I didn't tell in the story.
1. I like women who are soft.
This is probably cause they have soft tummies and you can lie on them and they make funny sounds. What? I'm a kid at heart, haven't you noticed yet?
2. There was two sides to me in college and school. Well three actually.
There was good Brad, he always wanted to do good things and help others. There was bad Brad, he wanted to break people and make them go away! Then there was sad Brad. He... or should I say I, just couldn't care anymore and realized that life wasn't about others it was about you and what you made of it. Even though most of the world is fucked up.
Sad Brad, always came out on top. Of course he did. He knew that people were idiots, long before good brad and bad Brad did.
He, I, knew, when I was bullied, I knew when I was being told not to feel things. "You can& #039;t be week, only pussies are week!" I knew when I was bullied into doing something I didn't want to do. "Come on, you fucking idiot, just put your fucking finger in the toy!" It was a shock toy. There was a arrow, which spins around and if the arrow landed on you, you got a little shock. I knew when I had to agree because if I didn't I'd get shouted at. "Stupid fucking niggers and pakis. (Pakistanis) coming to my fucking country and taking our jobs!" My grandad. Couldn't the fucking idiot see that we are all the same?
3. I helped so many people in that damn school and college to, but never got thanked for
it. No, instead I just got stabbed in the back.
4. There was a kid Brad once, I don't know what happened to him. He liked hugs and touching and playing and tummies and soft things. Guess he's around somewhere just not aloud to come out a lot.
So I know what Aprone and Rach Rach are saying when they f eel like there's 2 or 3 sides to them.
Few, that was fun.
I'm okay for those that are wondering. I went to counseling, and that kind of helped a tiny bit. Although I never told them about the different sides of me.
I'm starting a pottery class soon, that should be fun. I get to touch soft things. (clay. although it can be hard too!) and make pots.
I hope you enjoyed this post. Always trie to be happy no matter what.
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