Teenager in neighboring school locks parents in bedroom, lights it on fire.
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[QUOTE=Irkalla;42649971]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]
Goddamn dude, that is fucking horrible! It sounds like they were trying to make you go on a spree!
[QUOTE=viper shtf;42653692]Goddamn dude, that is fucking horrible! It sounds like they were trying to make you go on a spree![/QUOTE]
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