Teenager in neighboring school locks parents in bedroom, lights it on fire.
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[QUOTE]LIBERTY TOWNSHIP, Ohio —A 16-year-old Lakota West student remains locked up, accused of trying to kill his parents, and his school and Liberty Township community are trying to answer one question -- why?
Butler County's sheriff says a 16-year-old boy had a plan to kill his parents Wednesday night.
Sheriff Richard Jones told WLWT News 5 that the teen tied his parents' bedroom door shut before starting a fire in the home.
On Thursday morning, deputies charged the teen with two counts of attempted murder and one count of aggravated arson. His name has not been released due to his age.
But why would a smart, well-liked teen, from a typical suburban neighborhood end up charged with attempted murder?
"People have a misconception that these are kids from poor neighborhoods and they've been mistreated and the parents are on welfare and they won't work. That's not the case in most of the things that we see," Butler County Sheriff Richard Jones said.[/QUOTE]
Something's seriously fucking wrong with this kid.
[QUOTE=BuffaloBill;42647224]Something's seriously fucking wrong with this kid.[/QUOTE]
Well cared for with his whole life in front of him. Don't know why he'd try to kill his parents. Rumor is they pissed him off by telling him he couldn't do something.
[QUOTE=BuffaloBill;42647224]Something's seriously fucking wrong with this kid.[/QUOTE]
I thought this was typical behavior for a 16 year old?
[QUOTE=Ninja Duck;42647346]I thought this was typical behavior for a 16 year old?[/QUOTE]
this post brings me back to the day's where I also tried to kill my parents, such good times
Having money doesn't equal good parenting. Not that killing them is the answer.
[quote]LIBERTY TOWNSHIP, Ohio —A 16-year-old Lakota West student remains locked up, accused of trying to kill his parents, and his school and Liberty Township community are trying to answer one question -- [b]why?[/b][/quote]
A mad man doesn't need a reason to kill. He simply does because he can.
[I]"Mom, dad, can I have GTA V?"
"No, son, you cannot."[/I]
And then this happens.
[QUOTE=IceWarrior98;42647558]A mad man doesn't need a reason to kill. He simply does because he can.[/QUOTE]
even crazy people have their reasons, they're just not always comprehensible or, you know, sane
Jesus Christ, being angsty and fighting with your parents is common at that age but he took it way too far.
Either a severe degree of butthurt because he didn't get his way, or he's sick of his parents (Which isn't likely, unless they abuse him emotionally instead of like, neglect or otherwise. Seriously, that shit can mess with you.)
[QUOTE=Flazer210;42647853]Either a severe degree of butthurt because he didn't get his way, or he's sick of his parents (Which isn't likely, unless they abuse him emotionally instead of like, neglect or otherwise. Seriously, that shit can mess with you.)[/QUOTE]
Well one kid shot his mother and sister because he didn't like that other people(family included) were verbally rude to each other..
Why would a smart, well-liked teen from a good neighborhood try to kill his parents? That's an easy question, because he was fucking bonkers and definitely needs some psychiatric attention. Like, immediately.[QUOTE=Arid;42647934]Well one kid shot his mother and sister because he didn't like that other people(family included) were verbally rude to each other..[/QUOTE]"I disagree with your choice of words, kinsmen, and so I will write my thoughts on these very walls [b]with your blood."[/b]
I like to imagine he was an on-edge theater kid who had a Shakespearean thing.
I bet he practiced for months in the Sims.
[QUOTE=MaxisOp;42647585][I]"Mom, dad, can I have GTA V?"
"No, son, you cannot."[/I]
And then this happens.[/QUOTE]
they deserved it. what a cruel and unusual punishment for the kid
[QUOTE=JumpinJackFlash;42648136]Why would a smart, well-liked teen from a good neighborhood try to kill his parents? That's an easy question, because he was fucking bonkers and definitely needs some psychiatric attention. Like, immediately.[/QUOTE]
News always says that about everyone here. Not many people who are "well-liked" are actually well liked.
[QUOTE=PredGD;42647390]this post brings me back to the day's where I also tried to kill my parents, such good times[/QUOTE]
yeah but sadly todays children dont experience these character building childhoods moments I remember when i was a boy and shot my uncle with my dads 38, but now adays kids grow up in the SISSIFICATION of the cultured created by pussies like obama and carter
[QUOTE]a smart, well-liked teen[/QUOTE]
Apparently not that smart
[QUOTE='Rain [Amber];42648708']Apparently not that smart[/QUOTE]
Murdering someone doesn't make you stupid, it makes you a murderer.
[QUOTE=Sgt-NiallR;42648734]Murdering someone doesn't make you stupid, it makes you a murderer.[/QUOTE]
True, still not right in the head unfortunately
[QUOTE='Rain [Amber];42648708']Apparently not that smart[/QUOTE]
I wouldn't have thought to tie the door shut, to be fair.
This guy is probably insane, but there is the remote chance his parents were doing some kind of fucked up shit to him. Abuse that goes unnoticed for a long time often causes all sorts of psychological problems.
[QUOTE=BuffaloBill;42647224]Something's seriously fucking wrong with this kid.[/QUOTE]
I dunno, I had issues with this sort of thing -- i never acted on it -- as a young child, around 7 or 8. I was being bullied at school both overtly and by proxy (the proxy was teachers and principals,) and when I came home I was subject to all sorts of ass chewing over shit I didn't even do (hence bullying by proxy.) When I'd cry, I was bitched out even more for appearing weak (honor culture wheeee!)
This was my life. I'd get up in the morning. I would be too sick to my stomach to eat because of worry and stress. I'd get dressed. I'd try tricks like changing the setting of the clock so that I'd miss the bus and get to stay home, or I'd try to play sick. After a few successes at this, my folks caught on.
I'd get on the bus. I'd be harassed and bullied, for whatever reason. A few of the key players in this thing were girls, so I had no option but to take it. After this, I'd go to class. One of the key players in this would cause some sort of disturbance while the teacher had her back turned. The teacher would ask who did it, and the class would point at me. I guess they thought it was some sort of game or something. I'd be written up, and sent down to the principal's office. On a number of occasions, it would be this one particular troublemaker who would drag me down the hall by my clothing or by my ears. I took this the first time, but the second time I beat his ass and got in even more trouble -- they sided with him. Why would anyone believe the already accused? -- I'd usually receive a paddling from the principal, and would then be sent to detention for the rest of the day.
I'd receive a sack lunch in detention. Usually it would be lunch loaf (which is fucking disgusting) with milk and an apple. I normally threw the whole thing away, deprived of choice even though my parents paid for my lunch. I'd do my classwork, often having to teach myself things (spending probably around 90% of the school year in detention if not more, I still managed to pass with B's and C's even though I was normally a straight A student.) The end of the long, long day would come, and I'd leave detention.
I would, however, be scared to go home. I'd often pace back and forth down the hall, and I even hid one time. I got caught, and they halted the buses and made sure I got on. I was asked why I was hiding, but I thought I'd be in trouble if I told them why. I'm really surprised no one picked up on it. I'd get on the bus, and be bullied all the way back home. I'd get off the bus, make the walk up the hill, and enter the house.
Having been in detention, the school would call my mother and let her known what had happened and why. They seemed to be fond of doing it while the buses were en route so that your folks would be hot and mad when you got home. I'd walk in to see my mother, having just got off the phone, hysterical. She'd be red in the face, crying, and she'd sit me down on the couch and start berating me for all this shit I didn't do. I'd tell her I didn't do it, which she'd call backtalk. Eventually, I'd lose my shit and go off on her. Screaming and crying, I'd rip into her. It didn't seem to have much effect, and it would usually end in me being grounded either way, whether I took my asschewing or not. I'd go to my room, and wait for my father to come home. When he did, I was in for an ass whooping. I'd plead with my father, telling him I didn't do it and all that. I guess after a while, even the truth starts to sound like lies. One particular time, I waited for him to rare back, at which point I bolted. My mother happened to be coming in the same door that I was trying to go out of. My father caught up with me, and beat me wherever he could get me, until I was left huddled in the corner, struggling for breath.
Asswhooping or not, I'd spend the rest of the day in my room, do my homework, and then sit in bed. I had a lot of trouble sleeping because I'd be worried or stressed about the next day. Sometimes, I'd try to stay up. I knew if I stayed awake, then it would be that much longer before I'd have to go to school.
After a while, I'd fall asleep and start the process all over again. This continued to happen for the better part of a year. Nothing ever came of it. No one was ever going to figure out what was going on. I got it in my head that the only way to make it stop was to get rid of the actors in this situation. I was planning to kill my mother in the morning, go to school, kill my classmates and pregnant teacher, and anyone else that tried to get in my way. I was at the end of my rope, and thought this was the only way to make it stop.
Somehow, I thought people would understand why I did what I did and would side with me. I thought I would resume normal life after what I was planning to do. I didn't think I would be tried as an adult and probably be sentenced to life in prison (as the climate back then dictated that youths ought to be tried as adults for heinous crimes.) I didn't even think I'd be sent to juvenile hall. I genuinely believed that everyone would understand that what I did was my only option, and that my cause was righteous, and that they were evil.
Luckily, I never did go through with my plan. Had I found a gun and ammunition, I likely would have.
Moral of the story? Sometimes folks, old or young, get pushed to the brink. Their experiences change who they are. Their environment changes their thinking, for better or worse. Sometimes people get damaged. Other times, they become broken; unable to be repaired. But sometimes they are able to be repaired, but it would be both easier and cheaper just to write them off as a loss rather than take the time to fix them. These lost, broken souls usually wind up committing terrible atrocities. The sad part? They think what they're doing is okay. Their environment and experiences have warped their thinking to this degree.
Sometimes the problem isn't with the person. The problem is with society. This needs to change.
[QUOTE=zakedodead;42648425]yeah but sadly todays children dont experience these character building childhoods moments I remember when i was a boy and shot my uncle with my dads 38, but now adays kids grow up in the SISSIFICATION of the cultured created by pussies like obama and carter[/QUOTE]In all seriousness, though, there is something to that "sissification" thing. It's not about gender roles or something silly like that, but I think it's about confidence and personal responsibility. For those of you who are in your late twenties, compare how you react to adversity and problems versus teenagers you know. Do it individually, too, don't just think "teenagers" and conjure up some imaginary kid.
I don't know if you'll come to the conclusion I have, but I think we're somehow not teaching children how to take charge of a situation or that there are consequences for everything. Apparently we've been forgetting to do that effectively for some time now, because the younger children get, the less equipped they seem to deal with life in general. I can remember all the way back to when I was barely crawling, and I can consistently remember back to when I was about two years old. I try to apply how I, and those in my age group, were during that time to children today. An example being at eight, I was one of a select group of kids who actually played video games semi-regularly. We were all somewhat athletic, punching a kid in the nose got you sent to the principal's office to talk about why you shouldn't do that. I also remember yearning for technology we have today. (I would have loved to have Wikipedia as a ten-year-old, because encyclopedias didn't really satiate my needs) A story like this would have been particularly bizarre, and although I don't know [i]what[/i] changed between 1993 and 2013, something is definitely different today. Again, this is something I'm noticing, does anyone else see something similar or perhaps something different? I've got to agree with Irkalla here, things [i]are[/i] definitely different.
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[QUOTE=Irkalla;42649971]I would, however, be scared to go home. I'd often pace back and forth down the hall, and I even hid one time. I got caught, and they halted the buses and made sure I got on. I was asked why I was hiding, but I thought I'd be in trouble if I told them why. I'm really surprised no one picked up on it. I'd get on the bus, and be bullied all the way back home. I'd get off the bus, make the walk up the hill, and enter the house.[/QUOTE]This in particular strikes me with some familiarity. I had a similar experience as a child, but I wasn't one to usually strike back. My parents realized something was wrong, something [i]bad[/i] had happened and I didn't want to face the consequences of that. I understood them pretty well, and I wanted to avoid them as much as possible so I tried different methods of deflecting or ignoring the problem. Worked up to about middle school, where I finally snapped and stabbed one of my life-long bullies in the chest with a ballpoint pen several times. Didn't break the skin too much, but he got the message and I was a bit less prone to randomly bursting into tears or flying into a fit of rage after that. I did sometimes contemplate shooting up the school after Columbine was such a big deal, but ultimately I didn't because I didn't want my family to be disappointed in me.
[QUOTE=JumpinJackFlash;42650099]In all seriousness, though, there is something to that "sissification" thing. It's not about gender roles or something silly like that, but I think it's about confidence and personal responsibility. For those of you who are in your late twenties, compare how you react to adversity and problems versus teenagers you know. Do it individually, too, don't just think "teenagers" and conjure up some imaginary kid.
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I live in an honour culture, but that's slowly dying. We fight to solve our problems. But fighting with honor, dignity, and self-respect is slowly yielding to outright assault and murder and thing.
Society and culture is evolving in such a way that we have less and less the ability to solve our own problems, and must appeal to authority for any of these problems to be solved -- we've become reliant upon authority.
I dont think anyone can understand the mindset the kid is in. Neither do i. Hope he gets treated for his psychological problems.
[QUOTE=Flazer210;42647853][B]Either a severe degree of butthurt because he didn't get his way[/B], or he's sick of his parents (Which isn't likely, unless they abuse him emotionally instead of like, neglect or otherwise. Seriously, that shit can mess with you.)[/QUOTE]
Uhm not even "severly butthurt" teenagers attempt to murder their parents, wonder what's up with this kid :v:
My friend lauren actually knows this kid.
Butler is one of the nicer counties in the Miami Valley.
But strangely enough, some of the most fucked up news on the local channels comes out of that county.
[QUOTE=SuperDuperScoot;42653300]Butler is one of the nicer counties in the Miami Valley.
But strangely enough, some of the most fucked up news on the local channels comes out of that county.[/QUOTE]
Everyone here is fucked up, but work sort of like a hive mind when it comes to criticizing others
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