Hey guys! It's been a while since I last posted something here... so here goes a story I just started! Sorry for any typos but I kind of wrote this in a hurry. Please tell me what you thought of it after you're done reading it Thanks in advance
Chapter I – My promise
It all happened in 1976, during a day and month I cannot recall anymore. Fortunately, such details won’t be necessary to understand this story. I was fifteen – and all of those years I had lived only with my mom, since my father had never showed up until that point. This scenario pained my mother so much – but she did all she could to pretend to be happy to me, even though I could easily recognize the deep sadness behind each of her many forced smiles.
When you’re a child living with only one other person, you HAVE to learn how to things by yourself. Also, it forces you to develop the thought that it’s necessary for you to help that special person. After all, they’re doing their best to raise you – while others just vanished from sight when they learned of your existence. That was the logic that I learned through personal experience. As you can see, my mother and I had a real special bond – she was, of course, the person I loved the most in this world.
She didn’t earn much with her job as a secretary, but with our cooperation, we managed to go through all of these years without heavy problems. Oh – I forgot to mention – I have a brother, Derik, who is three years younger than me. Another detail is that we’re “half-brothers”. Mom found another guy when I was two – but regrettably – history repeated itself and my stepfather disappeared just like my father did years before. To an outsider, it would seem like a curse had been put on her. Although I do not agree with that hypothesis, I can say that (unfortunately) my mother didn’t come to this world to live a perfect life. Her life could hardly be considered good – she never really lived, but rather survived.
Remember that I said that something happened in 1976? Well, I guess this is the right time to spoil it to you: mom was assaulted and murdered by an eighteen years old guy. He was probably drugged at that time – but if he was or not drugged didn’t matter in the slightest for me – anger and hatred consumed me from the moment I learned of the incident (would it be considered an incident?!) until the day I managed to settle the score. Maybe some people would say that dying like that was a fitting ending to such a hard life – but that was because it wasn’t THEIR mother that died that day. The death of my mother changed me completely – I became another person. Looking back, I can say that I shouldn’t have been overrun by the bad feelings, but I just couldn’t avoid it at that time.
Jason McRey – that was the name of the guy that murdered my mother. If there’s something I’ll never forget, it is that name. After my mother died, my brother and I were sent to live with our grandmother. She was just as destroyed as we were. After all, one should never have to bury a son or a daughter – it is a sadness that takes approximately fifty years to recover from. As time eased my pain, only one word remained in my head: vengeance. I would make that idiot pay – even at the cost of my own life. It became my life’s ultimate goal. I knew that it wouldn’t be an easy task. To accomplish it, I needed to gather as much information as possible about that criminal – so that I could finally plan a flawless strategy to put him out of his misery. I made a promise to myself that I would only rest when I was sure that Jason had had what he deserved – and with it being done by my own two hands!
Chapter II – Taken over by Hatred
Something important to note is that my brother was never a prisoner of hatred nor did he want to get revenge – he was the purest person I’ve ever met. I remember that he used to tell me that I should just forget all about that and move on. But I couldn’t. I am that type of person that when they put something in their head, they’ll accomplish it no matter what. Now that I think of it, I never paid any attention to my brother’s advices – maybe if I had, things wouldn’t have ended the way they did. However, as many people say: it is folly to put “what if” in anything at all since what is done IS done.
Jason was sentenced to three years of jail – but I bet he was released from it earlier. That’s just how the justice system works. As part of my strategy to find him later on my life, I developed the habit of buying the newspaper every day. I knew that I would read countless newspapers, but that didn’t matter – I knew that one day I would find Jason and then I would finally fulfill my life’s true goal.
As years passed, I was faced with the decision of choosing a course to take on college. Having remarkable grades and a consistent background, I managed to get into one of the country’s best colleges. To my happiness (that is, if I could ever feel any spark of happiness at all), it was a Liberal Arts College, which meant that I didn’t have to choose my main course right away. Since I had kind of developed an obsession for reading about crimes, I decided to take as many classes related to the law and its application as possible (but I also took other classes such as Chemistry and Arts).
The time for me to decide my main course finally arrived. I knew exactly what to choose – I would study the law and probably become a lawyer or a judge. You could say that a positive point of my experience in 1976 (if there is any positive point of having your mother murdered by a mad teenager), was that it had helped me choose in what area I would be spending the rest of my days.
Have you noticed how I have written a lot about my college but have not mentioned my brother or my grandmother since the start of this chapter? Well, if you didn’t, don’t worry – it also took a while for me to notice how obsessed I was with my vengeance. Actually, I never noticed that – not until after I had accomplished it. Nowadays, it pains me to see that I have actually forgotten to live my own life, because all the time I had been trapped by the bad feelings that had taken control over me.
Just to tell you what happened to them: Brother kept living with grandmother until he finished High School and passed to a medium college in another state. As for granny, she died when I was about to finish College. I feel ashamed for saying this, but I guess there’s no choice, is there? I was so taken over by my wish of revenge that granny’s death did not have the slightest effect on me. Brother, on the other hand, was demolished by it – luckily, we didn’t study in the same college so I didn’t have to bear with him crying all the time.
I have also never been much of a lover – it was as if my heart had closed itself to all good feelings. This doesn’t mean that I didn’t have girlfriends; on the contrary, I had a large number of girlfriends. The problem was that I saw them as disposable tools, not as human beings that have feelings. Maybe that’s the reason for why I never had a relationship longer than a month. This happened because I always forgot to buy a present for the first month together and also because I did not care enough for them to come up with good lies. But enough of useless subjects such as love – it’s necessary to return to the main point of this story.
My graduation finally came – it took place on December 19th, 1983. Don’t ask me how it was because I did not go to it. In that very day, while I was reading the newspaper, I found Jason’s name in the criminal section. He had committed yet another crime, but managed to escape this time. I remember how happy I was reading that paper – as if I had won millions of dollars in the lottery. That was the chance I had been looking for during all of these years, and I would not miss it for anything in the world – not even for my graduation.