Writing for Fun
April 2016
Vengeance - Joan Bond
I am sick of being treated like a thing Martha and her gang wouldn't want to tread on. It's not my fault that my dad left and mum has to go out to work at nights to make some money.
I look after my silly little brother; I love him really but I hate him because I can never go out; there is never enough money for me to have anything new so all my clothes are second hand and it shows.
I have always loved reading though and found this book about a boy, who had supposedly another personality inside him and it made him do wicked things.
The next time Martha, the bitch, started to torment I burst into a rage and knocked her to the ground grinding my fists into her face then, passed out.
I was taken to the Head and said I hadn't done anything. They sent me to a doctor and a psychiatrist but I held my ground saying I didn't remember anything about it.
They gave me tablets, examinations and time in the Psychology Unit dept. Got a bit tricky when, he said he would hypnotise me.
I read on with the story and this boy had the same attention. He took a strong stance and didn't let his body relax; he pretended to be under and put on this strong ugly fierce voice of another person who wasn't nice at all, but when they brought him out he protested that he didn't know anything about him. Time went on and I was finally let home as mum said she loved me so much she would be responsible for me. She had to give up the game, though so we had less than ever to live on.
Normally when people want vengeance they don't realise it will close up the rest of their life. At first it may be fun thinking of all the ways it could happen, what you could do, how you would do it and its better cold they think . . . when the fun of ideas of reactions of the accused is assessed as to what you have actually done to revenge yourself. You are not relieved, was it enough? am I in deep trouble? In fact you have spent so much of your life with this eating away at you that the end will never be done with. Whereas when some creep does something, says something just turn around, either laugh or make them look fools with your look of distaste and then walk away, then its them who have revenge on their minds, not your problem.
But if everyone has eaten all the chocolate rolls that Peter has provided while I have been reading this diatribe . . . beware! . . . there are just some things that cannot make me smile!