Of Course I'm Happy.Emotions are for the weak.
Negative emotions, that is.
You cannot show that you are sad.
They will find that whcih makes you sad and use it against you.
You cannot show that you are angry.
For they will call you a barbarian.
Make sure what is shown is fun, joyous, happy.
So not to worry those you love.
So not to give your enemies your hurt.
They will use the shards of pain and unhappiness.
To cut you to a husk of what you once were.
Then you will show nothing at all.
MomI remember Mom.
I miss her.
I remember when she fixed a cut on my knee. When she scolded me for stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
I remember her reading me stories before bed. When she'd stroke my hair and coo me to sleep when I had a bad dream. When she let me sleep in her bed with dad when the thunder scared me too bad.
I remember helping me riding a bike. Helping me bake cookies for my class in first grade, she was wiping flour from my cheek. My first day, she was there.
I remember when she pushed me out of the way of that car only to get hit herself. The way her body rolled off the car, fell to the ground, looking broken like one of the dolls she'd mended for me. The blood pouring from her nose and mouth, the light leaving her eyes, her relieved smile when she saw I was okay.
Then she was gone.
I loved the way that bastard stopped for a second. I thought he'd get out, but all the shit face did was drive away when he saw the carnage.
I ran to her. I shook her lifeless body. I t
I walk into the room, my supplies in hand. As I flick on the light, I see your dazed face.
"Ah. I see the drugs have worn off." You seem slightly confused, and try to stand up.
I laugh. "Silly. You can't get out of those restraints." You face scrunches in confusion. Restraints? you seem to say. What restraints? You look down to find yourself tightly wrapped in ropes secured by a lock. At first you still don't understand, and I chuckle. Then the panic spreads across your face, and as I've seen multiple times before, you try to get out once again.
I shake my head, clicking my tongue. "Must I do this every time?" I firmly grasp the pistol, point it to your arms and pull the trigger. BAM. Arms are out of the equation now. Your gagged mouth tried to scream, but as we both know there's no point. "Keep screaming. I love the sound of your voice. Besides, this room is sound-proof." This makes you scream even more, much to my liking.
I step closer to you, caress