![]() point of death to turn you into a vampire, is a poser and must be avoided. The kids remained in sikence till Pete said, "wow, he's fucking hardcore. There is a Jhonen Vasquez story where a Goth boy who wants to be a vampire. He then proceeded to exit through the door, "how about you guys get over yourselves," he said, slamming the wood behind him. "So the next time you whine about pain and how terrible your life is, just because you want to be an dark aesthetic emo wannabe, how about you put your life in a little fucking perspective and remember there are people who have it way worse than you." The goth kids stared at him with their eyes widened, they were absolutely speechless.ĭamien simply glared at them, "if you love being in pain so much, let me show you fucking real pain," he then slipped off his thin hoodie to reveal his scarred, malnourished body, "real pain is hoping you'll get a call from one of the fucking bars your mom goes to and being told she fucking drunk herself to death or was killed in a bar fight." "Real abuse is waiting till you are 18 so you can escape, but till then living in a neglect and poverty is your only option because being wards of the state would somehow be worse. Real abuse is having to sneak out of the house and hide in closets, holding your baby sister while your mom has her man whores over, who would probably rape both of us if given the chance." Real abuse is your father putting out his cigarettes on your arm and tossing you around with his beer buddies throughout your childhood, then up and fucking leaving your family alone. "I'm not finished yet Pete, you want to know what real ACTUAL abuse is!?" he asked rhetorically, "actual abuse is your mom coming home at fucking 5 am wasted and coming into your room to beat you with a broomstick and throw empty vodka bottles at you. "Damien I-" Pete said, however Damien quickly cut him off. "What do you possibly have to be upset about? You are a financially well off white girl, your mom's "abuse" is just her wanting to take you on a fucking vacation or something!" he yelled, beginning his rant, "you have the fucking nerve to complain, while Pete lives in a fucking trailer, Michael deals with his actually abusive mom and Firkle, who we aren't even sure has parents? Fuck you!" "Fuck you Henrietta, you wouldn't know fucking pain if it bit you in your wealthy, fat, white girl ass." "Henrietta!" he stood up, feeling unsure of whether or not he should continue what he was about to do. I just want to escape so she can't hurt me anymore."ĭamien fist clenched, he could no longer stand her bullshit. Henrietta continued, "that's how I feel when my mother abuses me. The girl had constantly complained about the so called "abuse" from her mother, she would write poetry and pretend to be depressed over her fake problems, it made him fucking sick. She had been like this since they were in elementary school. ![]() "That's real pain right there," Michael chimed in.ĭamien scowled at the chubby goth girl, Henrietta. "Wow," Pete said, tapping the end of his cigarette solemnly, "that's pretty hardcore." "So I cast my body into the trials of blood, the knife pierces ep into my lonely eyes, so I can see this black world no more."
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