10-15-2006, 02:12 AM
Shadow's face softened somewhat, but her story didn't change what happened to him.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but it doesn't change what happened to me," he said, clenching his fist. "The man who sexually-abused you wasn't someone that should protect you. He wasn't the person who brought you into this world."
"My father died soon after my mother gave birth to me; I still don't know why he died. Somehow, my mother got the idea that I was to blame, so she made me her little torture slave. She'd tie me up, sometimes with rope, sometimes with hooks deep in my flesh. And she would...hurt me," he said, tears starting to fall down his face, his fists clenched so tight that the claws were digging into his skin, drawing blood.
"She would whip me, cut me with knives, burn me with a firepoker, do all kinds of horrible torture on me. And the whole time, she would tell me how evil I was, how I was responsible for everything that happened to me. Then one day, after years of torture, I broke free. I killed her, and went out into the world." he said, sobbing a little.
"What happened to you Ebon was horrible, but at least you had people who cared about you, people you could turn to when you neeeded help, people who loved you. I had no one, only myself. And the whole time I was out on the streets, I had to watch as other people were loved. It tore my heart apart to see other people get what I never had."
"And tonight, I thought I finally had love, only for it to cause pain." he finished, drawing back into the shadows so Ebon couldn't see him crying. "Your parents may have been murdered, but at least your parents were in your life to love you, not to hurt you. It's a whole different kind of pain when your own family hates you," he whimpered.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but it doesn't change what happened to me," he said, clenching his fist. "The man who sexually-abused you wasn't someone that should protect you. He wasn't the person who brought you into this world."
"My father died soon after my mother gave birth to me; I still don't know why he died. Somehow, my mother got the idea that I was to blame, so she made me her little torture slave. She'd tie me up, sometimes with rope, sometimes with hooks deep in my flesh. And she would...hurt me," he said, tears starting to fall down his face, his fists clenched so tight that the claws were digging into his skin, drawing blood.
"She would whip me, cut me with knives, burn me with a firepoker, do all kinds of horrible torture on me. And the whole time, she would tell me how evil I was, how I was responsible for everything that happened to me. Then one day, after years of torture, I broke free. I killed her, and went out into the world." he said, sobbing a little.
"What happened to you Ebon was horrible, but at least you had people who cared about you, people you could turn to when you neeeded help, people who loved you. I had no one, only myself. And the whole time I was out on the streets, I had to watch as other people were loved. It tore my heart apart to see other people get what I never had."
"And tonight, I thought I finally had love, only for it to cause pain." he finished, drawing back into the shadows so Ebon couldn't see him crying. "Your parents may have been murdered, but at least your parents were in your life to love you, not to hurt you. It's a whole different kind of pain when your own family hates you," he whimpered.