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...And they thought he had a perfect life
Standing from his computer he stretched away his normal life.  He
looked at his watch out of habit but his mind could not decipher the
numbers.  The sky outside was a perfect vision of the turmoil inside his
own mind.  Gray clouds lit by flashes of lightning which drew close but
never arrived. The rain came down in torrents of small drops as it had
forever in his mind unable to comprehend time. The ground absorbed
these drops and turned earth into mud.  The love he had was gone and
only one clear thought flowed through his addled mind. He jumped.

I love you daddy
I looked at him.  That cold, cold stare.  He couldn’t even understand the
hatred he had caused.  I felt it, brewing inside me, like a little storm.  A
terrible, tiny storm ripping through my mind and down to my gut.  I
hated myself for hating him.  I knew that’s what he wanted, but I
couldn’t stop.  I could barely feel myself, disconnected from my body.
Separate, my hate solidified into a dark clone of myself.  His words,
calculated to receive response, fueled my rage.  I reached out, ready to
strike.  He laughed at me.  He knew I couldn’t, I wouldn’t.  I grabbed
him by the neck and shook him.  His head snapped back and forth.  His
thin blond hair was now streaked with blood.  I threw him on the
ground.  I woke up crying.

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