“I was kidnapped with my mother in our car. I was burnt by cigarettes, cut on my face and genitals, and was stomped and punched in the head.”
“We had a middle school teacher murder his wife, his wife’s lover, and the two children of the lover. When I was in his class years before, he would do things like call 8th grade girls whores in front of the class. He also said he had a gun and would kill anyone that ever messed with his family. I guess the warning signs were there.”
“I could feel my knees buckling like I was on a trampoline as it happened…It feels like your imminently about to die.”
There is evil in the beauty that surrounds us.
Being frightened of us is the most rational thing in the world.
“I can’t live with what I did to that little girl. You can find most of her body buried in the garden.”
“The husband’s intestines are hanging out while he is being raped, still alive. That’s how the comic starts. It gets bleaker from there.”
The three of us stood on the edge of the forest, the cusp of legend. This was the last place where the bones of Jack the pirate were ever seen.
On October 16th, 2009, a boy by the name of Finn Carlton walked into the band room of my high school and closed the door behind him. He pulled a pistol from his coat pocket and fired six shots. Then he tied his belt around a pipe on the ceiling and hanged himself.
If the government doesn’t know about it, they should. After what happened to me. After what could happen to someone else.