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My name is Axton. My mother gave me that name. I don't know where she is. She could be dead, or she could just not be here. It doesn't make me sad not knowing where she is though. Ya, I would like to meet her, but her not being here doesn't bother me. I have no memory of her and the only reason I know what she looks like is because of the pictures on the shelves. So it doesn't make me sad, nothing really does. The only things that can make me cry are pain and my dad, but only when he drinks. But other wise, I'm the happiest person that you'll ever meet. I opened my door and was instantly struck by the smell of alcohol and the sight of many empty beer bottles. Dad has been drinking a lot more lately, it's a wonder how he hasn't died of alcohol poisoning yet. I've been avoiding him as much as possible lately so he can't make me sad. It's such an awful feeling. It's easy to avoid him. He's always either passed out of hungover in bad. He never comes downstairs either, when he's drunk anyway. If he's ever sober he remembers that I painted the door the same colour as the wall to confuse drunk him. It's easy to stay happy here. It's easy to stay happy at school too. I have just enough friends that I won't be a target for bullies, and I'm not popular but people recognize me. I'm good at all my classes, but not good enough to be called a nerd and good enough to be called an idiot. It was perfect. But then my best friend Emma, who was one of the prettier girls in school, got an admirer. He was a jock, and he didn't like that I hung out with her so much. They started going out, and we started hanging out a bit less. A few months later they broke up, and he thought it was my fault. He followed on the trail I take home for a few days. And then he attacked me. "Sup cunt." He said to me. He was standing tall, trying to intimidate me. "What do you want Brent?" I asked. I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. "I'm here to teach you a lesson for convincing Emma to break up with me!" He yelled. "I had nothing to do with that." I said "Sure you didn't! I know you don't like! And I know that you just want Emma for yourself!" He yelled. "Well I've got news for you. She doesn't like you!" He said. "Shut up!" I knew he was lying, so why is it upsetting me? "Ya, she only hangs out with you because she pities you! She thinks that you're a weird little prick!" He said. "Stop it!" I yelled. I tried to hide to hide the sob, but he must have heard it. "Or what? What can a little crybaby do to me? You couldn't even fucking scratch me!" He said. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I yelled."HA! I'd like to see you try!" You want to see? You want to fucking see! I'll make your fucking heart explode! I started to focus on his heart, willing it to explode. Then all of a sudden there was a hole in his chest and I sprayed with blood. I stood in shock for a moment, and then smiled. "That was fucking awesome! I made his heart explode!" I said to myself. I wonder if I can make other parts explode. I focused on his head and willed it to explode. A few seconds later there were pieces of skull and brain and blood everywhere. I was incredibly happy. I will never be sad again! I can just kill anyone that upsets me! I can make people suffer. I can just pop limbs off, make them go through extreme pain. I could even help people by killing the assholes that bully them. And nobody would suspect me. Nobody would think that the kid who's always happy would be killing people. I will always happy now. I opened my door and was greeted with the sight of my drunken dad. I decided to give him one chance. If he didn't upset me now, he could live. But if he did, he was going to suffer. "Why do you have blood on you?" He asked. I was lucky to have worn a red shirt today. I had managed to get most of the blood off, and some of it blended in with the shirt. But there were still spots. "I was in a fight." I answered. "Well you clean up fast." "I won dad." "HA! Ya right! No way you would ever win a fight! You're too much of a fucking wimp! It's hard to believe that you're my son!" He laughed to himself. And I smiled. I get to kill this jackass. Slowly. And painfully. "Why are you smiling?" He said with a small bit of panic. "I had given you a chance. And you failed. So now I'm going to kill you." I focused on his right shoulder, and popped his arm right off. He screamed in agony and terror. It sounded so wonderful. I never knew how great peoples terrified, and pained screams sounded. I wanted more. He had stop screaming. I popped his left arm off and he fell to the floor. The scream was longer this time, but I still wasn't satisfied. I noticed that a small bit of bone was sticking out of his right shoulder. I slowly pushed down on it with my foot. The screams went on the whole time. It was beautiful. Eventually, after I don't know how long, he died of blood loss. And I heard sirens. I kneeled down in his blood. When the police got in, they found me crying and laughing hysterically. It was surprisingly easy to fake insanity. Though I'm probably already somewhat insane. I had just gotten away with two murders. I ended up in a foster home. It was easy to stay happy there. The other kids were nice, and so were the staff. But it was hard to stop killing. So every now and then I would leave and come back happier than normal. I was always asked why I was so happy after my walks, and I always said that it was as secret. But if they ever found out what I was doing, it would be such a wonderful day.