August 15, 2022, Charleston, West Virginia
Back in 2004, Callith was adopted by two rich people who thought raising a child we be the right thing for them. Soon, they grew tired of him and treated him like he was a ghost who didn't even exist, completely ignoring him. It was soon after he grew up into his teenage years was when he became very depressed and quiet, really talking to anyone because he never got the proper social skills from his parents.
"Fuck life, to hell with mother and father."Callith thought to himself while lying in bed. He couldn't dream of a good life as long as he was a shadow left in the back. It was best to stay hidden from them...rather than get beaten for bothering them.
I only had a simple routine every day: Regret life while trying to pull myself together...Or I would turn monstrous very quickly. Could you blame me? For wanting to be seen? To crave attention and affection? I never even got the mother's touch. But I no longer care; those wishes are long gone.
"Yes, I will buy the whole stock...how much? Make sure to bring lots of crates, I want all the tungsten in the place by Thursday." Said Mark.
My father owned a smithing and weapons business. My mother, Tarila, was the manager at Razzer Metals. What I did in my time I clean, work out, and take a walk beside the Kanawha canal. Nature was ok, and of course, the city sounds were disrupting it all. We screwed our ecosystems up. I sat at the bench and stared into the water; ducks, occasional fish sticking their mouths out of the water, and a boat sailing through, which got in the way. I usually left after that and headed back home. I cried to myself sometimes...Was that ok?
"No, for the last time, Tarila, where were you last night!? I found out another man was here last week, when I was gone for a meeting! I came back home and found this." Mark points to a pair of men's underwear in a plastic bag.
"I ran out, Mark, I had to borrow yours. Quit making assumptions!" She yelled back at him. I guess she was cheating on Mark with another man.
"Did you fuck another man man in this house, bitch!? Tell the goddamn truth." Mark stood next to the bed with his arms crossed. He was going to flip out if he didn't calm down.
"You know what, fuck this! I am sleeping somewhere else tonight, good luck, Mark." She went out of the room and went to the guest room.
What does she mean, she ran out? We have two maids who wash all the clothes every week, so she shouldn't have run out. Mark looked at me by the door.
"What the hell are you doing standing there. I thought you knew better to ease on our conversations!" Mark yelled.
"I was just coming home, seriously, I didn't mean to peek." I looked down and the floor. because this usually meant he was going to punish me.
Mark went to the closet and pulled out a thick leather belt, and came over the me. "Take your shirt off, Callith..."
I did as he said and took 5 minutes' worth of belt lashing to the back and chest. When he stopped, I noticed many red streaks on my skin, barely covering the recent ones from last week. The last time he beat me was because he was drunk on wine and champagne. It lasted a while...longer than this time.
"Get out before I feel like I need to beat you some more." Mark was out of breath from the constant swinging of the belt.
I went to my room and rested in bed...Well, I tried to, since my back was sore. I closed my eyes, finally drifting away...until I hear a deep, trapped, echoed voice. "Kill them, make them pay for what they did to you. Show them no mercy. Make it last." It gave me chills and made me want to throw up. My head warmed up, and I felt a sharp pain on both sides. A shadow moved, defying the laws of physics. Then entered my eyes entered, making everything dark for a moment. I saw a continuous vision of Mark and Tarila cut up, and turned into a cross. "Do it my way, Callith!"
I woke up and found myself holding a butcher's cleaver and a welding torch. It was gruesome. What have I done? I just killed a human being...two humans. I watched parts of myself do it, yet most of it felt like I was in control, just possessed. I got up and ran to the front door. I bent over to the trash and threw up black viscous liquid, which almost instantly evaporated into a smoke and vanished.
The maid walked in the door and saw the blood of Mark and Tarila. She read and ran out. Later, I was arrested that day and put into a mental asylum. I stayed there for a few months until my psyche wasn't marked as insane or psychotic. They took me out and put me in prison. People called it the grey hell, as there were execution rooms there. Every corner had prison guards with weapons, watching at all times. Showers had them, and so did the bathroom, to make sure no one kept any secret or planned to escape. They put me in a cell alone with no one else.
A year had passed, and a new tall guy arrived. He was around seven feet tall and looked like me. His eyes had the look of guilt, depression, and sorrow. I watched him for a while out of curiosity. I staked him most of the time. His behavior was different from others and similar to mine: silent and depressed.
I felt something about him...Something I can relate to, but not feel great about.