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I Have Buried My Debts Now

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Dec. 23rd, 2008 | 06:42 pm
location: My Old Trailer
mood: relieved relieved
music: "Karma Police" by Radiohead
posted by: noizchild in anacondafma

Simone's Notes:

A crime of passion, in popular usage, refers to a crime in which the perpetrator commits a crime, especially assault or murder, against a spouse or other loved one because of sudden strong impulse such as a jealous rage or heartbreak rather than as a premeditated crime. A typical crime of passion, for example, might involve a husband who discovers his wife has made him a cuckold and proceeds to brutally batter or even kill his wife or the man with whom she was involved. It is important to note that women are also capable of such violent behaviour e.g. Ruth Ellis. In some countries, notably France, crime passionnel or crime of passion was a valid defense during murder cases; during the 19th century, some cases could be a custodial sentence for two years for the murderer, while the spouse was dead; this ended in France as the Napoleonic code was updated in the 1970s so that a specific father's authority upon his whole family was over.

I have found out that my jerk father and his new sleazy girlfriend were still living at the trailer I used to live in. Angry and still hungry for revenge, I took the bus over to the old trailer park. I walked along the path as all the years of abuse, hate, and anger flooded my mind. He and his whores caused me the most pain throughout my years. They had to pay for what they did to me. I made it to my old trailer and went inside. It looked just the same as it did when I first ran away from home. It was such a tragic mess. I first ran into the new girlfriend. I killed her by dunking her head in the fish tank and smashing her head in repeatedly. Then, I ran into my bastard father. He mocked me and I stabbed him repeatedly with my knife. I drank his blood as well. Then, my younger half-sister, Wendy, came out and saw the mess. I felt sorry for her. I did this for us both. I felt that she had to escape from this land of broken dreams and the police. So, I gave her money for the bus and an apartment and told her to go. She took the money and ran. I watched her leave and left myself. I feel so free now.


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