I have when I was much more inhumane. My boyfriend at the time fell for a vivacious beauty. I of course was envious and befriended the gal who stole my bf's heart. She was quite nice and had similar aspirations as me. If in fact we meet in different circumstances, I would think she would have been a great companion. Sadly this was not the case. I belittled her and copied her rhythm. She had a troubled childhood and I used that advantage to thwart her conviction of self confidence. She would run to me with tears expressing how she hated herself and that she couldn't take it anymore. I would respond as do I, and it would bring a lovely smile on her face. She loved me and trusted me, but what she trusted was a persona that I created. Months passed and we grew closer and closer. I then knew it was time to drop her as a friend so I invited her to my apartment for her last meal. I expressed to her in a chilling voice of my discontent and how much I hated her. She went erratic. I was the only that she had. Her mental disorder created a barrier to any rational thoughts and just as I planned she threatened to kill herself. I responded even more coldly that a bottle of cyanide was in the cabinet. She glare at me and empowered as ever, opened the cabinet..Drank the bottle of cyanide and waited for death to grasp her. The symptoms of the poison appeared quickly. I watched her suffer. It was unamusing.Everything that I created was to be destroyed, because of her minimal existence. Without hesitation, I injected her the antidote, nursed her back to health, and let her develop stockholm syndrome. I don't regret letting her live, but I do wonder what would have happened if I didn't. Her, my once vivacious beauty is now but a distant memory.
I used to have a girlfriend named amber
she threatened to stab me and described how she has attempted to kill people in the past when she was super depressed
she had some manic depressive disorder some crazy bipolar shit luckily she didn't have hallucinations like some other friend who had done the same thing
Let me tell you about the time my brother lifted my baby sister and put her on the open oven door and proceeded to crack eggs, pour flour and sugar on her head. My mother came out of her drunken stupor long enough to grab another beer and catch him just as he closed the door.
Shes alive, by the way.
she just really hates him.
by BellumOmniumI've thought about it on occasion. I believe everyone has really. I know that I am capable of following through, but choose not to.
There's a dig difference between thinking about it and doing it. You can't really know if you're capable until you try.
by Reaper
by BellumOmniumI've thought about it on occasion. I believe everyone has really. I know that I am capable of following through, but choose not to.
There's a dig difference between thinking about it and doing it. You can't really know if you're capable until you try.
Touche... And Womp womp
While staying with a "friend" whom had a license and a car where I had neither, I did have to persuade said "friend" with a sharp pointy (And shiny I might add) metal object in order to get a ride home. Blood was drawn, but the intention was not to kill, just to get where I was going.
I know I could follow through.
Here's what I don't like about dead people...
The physical body isn't very attractive once the person kicks off.
The excrement afterwards... Clean up is tedious. I'm too lazy for all that jazz.
I work in a morg. Offing someone is like bringing work home,
and I hear that's a bad idea.
tl;dr? excuses.
by jesuslovingbuffon..Drank the bottle of cyanide and waited for death to grasp her. The symptoms of the poison appeared quickly. I watched her suffer. It was unamusing.Everything that I created was to be destroyed, because of her minimal existence. Without hesitation, I injected her the antidote, nursed her back to health, and let her develop stockholm syndrome.
The miraculous properties of placebo are vastly underrated. On both sides.
...my once vivacious beauty
She had a troubled childhood...
They usually did. The rest of us untroubled folks just can't be arsed with all that vivacious showboating to prove a point which is nonexistent.
Cool parable tho!