I Am Not Afraid...

Death does not scare me. By the time I was 11, I had been close to death too many times to count.  My stepfather taught me when I was young, that anyone and everyone would be more then happy to put an end to my life. But, by exposing me to death so frequently, he taught me to be unafraid. When I was 10, my stepfather told me that one of us would die when I was ready. For all my life he had groomed me for that moment, raising me in hatred and teaching me through rage. He taught me that death was the reason for my existance, and if I was to survive I would have to embrace death...get used to him, and understand him. After all, how would I be able to kill my stepfather if I was afraid to die in the attempt? Or, how would I survive when my stepfather finally decided that time was up for me, and came for one last time?  Alot has happened since then, and those days are over now. When I turned 14, things ended...and I have been at peace every since...

Icansee Icansee
18-21, M
2 Responses Mar 14, 2010

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