They say revenge is a dish best served cold. Often times you'll feel so enraged that the fire in your eyes blinds you to the cold truth that the real world provides. Your mind begins to twist into your cruelest form, morphing your head into incredible distain and distrust. Eventually, your mind may break and you cause a horrendous amount of damage that may be irrecoverable.
Driving home from work, all I could do was reflect on the horrible day I'd had. My bosses trying to screw me out of hours, saying I don't deserve them, that they should be passed along to someone else. They know I have bills to pay and I was barely getting paid enough to survive as is. It enraged me, the fact that they were so desperate for me to leave that they made it nearly impossible for me to stay.
On the way home, I was cut off by countless cars. Each of them passing me because going the speed limit was just a little too slow for them. I tried keeping my cool, but everything was building up.
"Just hold it together," I had to tell myself, taking deep and slow breaths. "You don't have that far to go before you get home."
You were right, home was practically right around the corner. Just a few blocks to go. Nothing could go wrong from here. At least that's what I thought. I was about to turn when a woman walking her dog decided to walk out right in front of me. It took everything in me not to lay on my horn. Just stay calm and wait, I thought. I can vent all my frustrations when I get home.
I waited for my turn before making the turn and driving into my driveway. I shut my car off and sat back for a moment to shut my eyes and catch my breath. I let out a deep sigh before getting out of my car. I made my way inside my apartment and shut the door behind me. Locking it as well.
After I locked the doors and closed all the window curtains, I pulled out my fly catcher. I didn't want people to bear witness to the torment I cause. I wanted nobody to see how cruel I could truly be.
I ripped a still living fly from the sticky trap and held it gently in my hands, just enough so that it wouldn't try to escape. I grabbed a pair of tweezers from my draw and pulled off one of its wings. I then let it go, listening to it struggle as it flew crooked before plummeting to the ground. Pathetic. I urged it to get up but instead saw it spin around helplessly on the floor as its buzzing rang through my ears. I was smiling ear to ear, enjoying the suffering.
I raised my shoe above it and slammed it down. The buzzing was starting to get on my nerves.
I walked over and grabbed another fly from the trap. This one wouldn't stop buzz. It was as though it saw what I did to the last one and was screaming in horror. Or perhaps it was begging for its life. I enjoyed the pain either way. I held it upside down and carefully tore its legs off, the buzzing only growing louder with each pluck. It was beautiful.
It flew away just fine, but watching it topple over before taking off again just made me laugh. The poor fly would never be able to land again.
I blinked a few times as daylight hit my eyes, forcing me awake. I was awakened from a twisted nightmare. I dreamed that the human we shared a home with, began torturing and killing my entire family. I heard footsteps approaching. Was he awake?
I tried flying over to him in curiosity, but my feet were stuck. I batted my wings harder, trying to fight against it but the trap was too strong.
I saw the human's head above me, reaching his fingers down to grab me. What was he planning?
Driving home from work, all I could do was reflect on the horrible day I'd had. My bosses trying to screw me out of hours, saying I don't deserve them, that they should be passed along to someone else. They know I have bills to pay and I was barely getting paid enough to survive as is. It enraged me, the fact that they were so desperate for me to leave that they made it nearly impossible for me to stay.
On the way home, I was cut off by countless cars. Each of them passing me because going the speed limit was just a little too slow for them. I tried keeping my cool, but everything was building up.
"Just hold it together," I had to tell myself, taking deep and slow breaths. "You don't have that far to go before you get home."
You were right, home was practically right around the corner. Just a few blocks to go. Nothing could go wrong from here. At least that's what I thought. I was about to turn when a woman walking her dog decided to walk out right in front of me. It took everything in me not to lay on my horn. Just stay calm and wait, I thought. I can vent all my frustrations when I get home.
I waited for my turn before making the turn and driving into my driveway. I shut my car off and sat back for a moment to shut my eyes and catch my breath. I let out a deep sigh before getting out of my car. I made my way inside my apartment and shut the door behind me. Locking it as well.
After I locked the doors and closed all the window curtains, I pulled out my fly catcher. I didn't want people to bear witness to the torment I cause. I wanted nobody to see how cruel I could truly be.
I ripped a still living fly from the sticky trap and held it gently in my hands, just enough so that it wouldn't try to escape. I grabbed a pair of tweezers from my draw and pulled off one of its wings. I then let it go, listening to it struggle as it flew crooked before plummeting to the ground. Pathetic. I urged it to get up but instead saw it spin around helplessly on the floor as its buzzing rang through my ears. I was smiling ear to ear, enjoying the suffering.
I raised my shoe above it and slammed it down. The buzzing was starting to get on my nerves.
I walked over and grabbed another fly from the trap. This one wouldn't stop buzz. It was as though it saw what I did to the last one and was screaming in horror. Or perhaps it was begging for its life. I enjoyed the pain either way. I held it upside down and carefully tore its legs off, the buzzing only growing louder with each pluck. It was beautiful.
It flew away just fine, but watching it topple over before taking off again just made me laugh. The poor fly would never be able to land again.
I blinked a few times as daylight hit my eyes, forcing me awake. I was awakened from a twisted nightmare. I dreamed that the human we shared a home with, began torturing and killing my entire family. I heard footsteps approaching. Was he awake?
I tried flying over to him in curiosity, but my feet were stuck. I batted my wings harder, trying to fight against it but the trap was too strong.
I saw the human's head above me, reaching his fingers down to grab me. What was he planning?
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