Story of My Life

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  • Published: 24 Nov 2013
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This life is evil and no-one knows this better than I. This is my story. Th story of my beginning and my end. Don't judge me too harshly.


5. Full circle

I can still remember how I cried for days, curled up in a ball on my bed.  My body felt violated, dirty even.  There were six men in total.  I remember also thinking of the sick irony that there was a man for very year that my mother stayed with me.  The universe has a cruel and perverse humour.  


The water was nearly up to my chin now.  I was careful.  One step for every wasted year of my life.  Eighteen steps in total.  The water was shockingly cold, even to my numb body.  I felt sick.  I could barely keep my head above water.


I never knew whose child it was.  It could have been any six of them.  I told myself it didn't matter though, no matter whose it was, this child was evil.  It was conceived out of evil and fathered by evil but it would never know the evil of this life because I decided to do the right thing, to do the honorable thing.  This child would never know the evil around him.  It would never know the evil that conceived him.  And it would never know the evil of its existence.  This is the story of my life and no matter how twisted and dark it may seem, there was never anything I could do about it.

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