How Sick Can You Get?
Scarring
Bandit POV
Boredom. It's the one word, emotion, concept that echoes through my mind right now. I can feel the dullness of nothingness encompass my mind, leaving me to blankly stare at my grey bedroom wall. I hear a familiar ding coming from my phone. I had received a text from my father.
"Your mother and I will be out all night. We'll be back in the morning. Night, love."
I quickly text my dad goodnight, somewhat relieved to have the house to myself, and realize that it's about twelve in the morning. I decide to take a quick shower and go to bed. I walk over to my dresser and pick out a comfy sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants to sleep in along with a comfortable bra and pair of underwear (yes, I sleep with a bra on, sue me).
I quickly shower, allowing the warm water to caress my body and soothe me to sleepiness. I get out. The cold air stings my body, causing me to shiver as I reach for my towel. I dry myself off and get dressed. I roll my hair up in a towel and exit the bathroom. I make my way to the kitchen and drink a glass of water before going to my bedroom and lying down on my bed.
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It's now three o'clock in the morning. Although I am tired and bored, sleep has not granted me it's gentle embrace. I stare up into the blankness and watch the emptiness before me. Again, one word begins to echo through my mind: boredom. I contemplate whether or not I should take out my phone and entertain myself with the mindless droll that is the glorious internet.
Well, it's not like I have anything better to do, I think in response to myself. I pull out my phone and go on google, wondering exactly what it is I want to do.
I can google my family,I decide as I type in "Gerard, Lindsey, and Bandit Way." I look at all the pictures, smiling at fond memories and pictures taken of me by total strangers, when I see a picture that's different from the rest.
This picture doesn't depict a small, happy family. It's not taken of us at some event. There are no smiles. Instead, it's a drawn picture of me and my father. We're naked. He's on top of me, both of us lying in a bed. My legs were around his waist and I could tell the he's supposed to be inside of me in the picture. His mouth is kissing my neck and my head is bent back with my mouth wide open, giving the illusion that a whorish moan is escaping my penciled lips as my brown hair falls behind me and his falls to tickle my neck.
I could taste the bile rising in my mouth. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. This picture was disgusting. I clicked on it so I could see what website it was on. I just had to see who could think of this monstrous of a thing. As I click on it, I see a caption under the picture saying "baycest."
Suddenly, I understand. For years now, people have made snide remarks like, "how was the baycest last night?" I never understood or cared what they meant. What the means kids at school said never bothered me, mainly because I don't care what they think. But now, now I feel myself trembling. It's disgusting, so disgusting. I started to sob. I was sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom to throw up.
How sick can someone get?
Boredom. It's the one word, emotion, concept that echoes through my mind right now. I can feel the dullness of nothingness encompass my mind, leaving me to blankly stare at my grey bedroom wall. I hear a familiar ding coming from my phone. I had received a text from my father.
"Your mother and I will be out all night. We'll be back in the morning. Night, love."
I quickly text my dad goodnight, somewhat relieved to have the house to myself, and realize that it's about twelve in the morning. I decide to take a quick shower and go to bed. I walk over to my dresser and pick out a comfy sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants to sleep in along with a comfortable bra and pair of underwear (yes, I sleep with a bra on, sue me).
I quickly shower, allowing the warm water to caress my body and soothe me to sleepiness. I get out. The cold air stings my body, causing me to shiver as I reach for my towel. I dry myself off and get dressed. I roll my hair up in a towel and exit the bathroom. I make my way to the kitchen and drink a glass of water before going to my bedroom and lying down on my bed.
~~~~~~
It's now three o'clock in the morning. Although I am tired and bored, sleep has not granted me it's gentle embrace. I stare up into the blankness and watch the emptiness before me. Again, one word begins to echo through my mind: boredom. I contemplate whether or not I should take out my phone and entertain myself with the mindless droll that is the glorious internet.
Well, it's not like I have anything better to do, I think in response to myself. I pull out my phone and go on google, wondering exactly what it is I want to do.
I can google my family,I decide as I type in "Gerard, Lindsey, and Bandit Way." I look at all the pictures, smiling at fond memories and pictures taken of me by total strangers, when I see a picture that's different from the rest.
This picture doesn't depict a small, happy family. It's not taken of us at some event. There are no smiles. Instead, it's a drawn picture of me and my father. We're naked. He's on top of me, both of us lying in a bed. My legs were around his waist and I could tell the he's supposed to be inside of me in the picture. His mouth is kissing my neck and my head is bent back with my mouth wide open, giving the illusion that a whorish moan is escaping my penciled lips as my brown hair falls behind me and his falls to tickle my neck.
I could taste the bile rising in my mouth. I can feel the tears forming in my eyes. This picture was disgusting. I clicked on it so I could see what website it was on. I just had to see who could think of this monstrous of a thing. As I click on it, I see a caption under the picture saying "baycest."
Suddenly, I understand. For years now, people have made snide remarks like, "how was the baycest last night?" I never understood or cared what they meant. What the means kids at school said never bothered me, mainly because I don't care what they think. But now, now I feel myself trembling. It's disgusting, so disgusting. I started to sob. I was sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom to throw up.
How sick can someone get?
could you update??
12/27/13