The Darkness Calls Part 1
Find out The truth About Bobereno's insanity
Note:This is my first story so if it is bad I want to apologize in advance. I want to see if I can continue writing this story as long as I can. It might get NSFW but I don't know yet. Hope you enjoy the story. :3
3 years ago....
I was alone in the dark. I couldn't see anything. A black cloud had surrounded me And familiar faces surrounded me all whispering "why did you do this to me" They seemed to all be hurt in various ways. Stabbed, Burned, and mutilated in every way possible. The voices got louder and louder and louder. There voices ringed in my head and couldn't stop crying. The fear had taken over and I could feel what little sanity I had drain from my body. Then they all stopped and one face emerged from the darkness. It was my mother. As soon as she saw me she started to walk away. I grabbed her hand "Mom.... wait don't leave." She turned her head to look at me and whispered "you were always a failure to me"
I immediately shoot up in bed. "Ugh another bad dream and this time more graphic than the last" I grumbled to myself. I grabbed my phone to check the time. "Wow 2 am, almost 4 hours of sleep my new record." Since I was already traumatized from that dream I decided to check Facebook to see if my friend Bastian was awake. I typed " hey you awake? I had another... Dream". No response, guess he is sleeping. Bastian was mostly a white wolf except except for his eyes that were a hazel brown. Bastian was really my only friend in high school. Everyone else just thinks I am a loser who wants to kill myself. Some of that is true.....it's the part about me being a loser. I've accepted that I'm a loser and that I'm a waste of flesh and I have no input on this world. I feel like I've hurt too many people in my past to care anymore about life. Bastian always tries to cheer me up by taking me to places but I always give a shit excuse like " I don't know...I might be sick." I spend most of my time in my room living vicariously through my phone. Some people think I'm anti-social, some think I'm depressed, and some think I'm suicidal. I wouldn't say they're wrong. I cause problems everyone around me. I want to be alone forever so I can never hurt anyone again. At this point tears were rolling down my eyes and I could only think of killing myself. I looked back down at my phone "3am perfect, no one can here me suffer" I walked to the kitchen with tears rolling down my face.The only thing I could say to myself was "you're a failure to everyone that loves you" I grabbed a clean knife from a kitchen drawer " Am I doing this? I don't want to do this! But...I....I...don't....deserve to live. The edge of the knife was touching my skin. "WHY CAN'T I DO THIS!!!!" I was yelling at this point with constant streams of tears running down my face. My parents rushed to the kitchen to find me crying on the floor with a knife in my hand. I looked up to see there faces in shock. I expected for them to give me sympathy but instead I got hatred. " What the actual FUCK are you doing awake asshole" My Mom said after slapping me hard. " YOU THINK THIS IS A FUCKING GAME HUH DON'T YOU? DON'T YOU?!" She kicked me as hard as she could and all I could do was take it. And my father just stood there giggling at my torture. "Mom....I can't...do this anymore" A scoff came from my mother "YOU CAN'T DO WHAT YOU LITTLE SHIT? ALL YOU DO IS SLEEP IN YOUR ROOM!" I clenched my hand...I knew it was time, I needed to do this for me. For my sanity I had to do this. I quickly jolted to my mother with the knife in hand. The knife pierced my mother's heart quick and swiftly. The blood had trickled down the blade. She looked at me with eyes of disgust as she fell on the ground. I couldn't keep myself from laughing. I laughed hysterically as the madness rushed in my veins. I felt what was left of my sanity leave me body. My mother could do nothing but scream, but the screams just fueled my thirst for my mother's blood. She spat blood in my face and said "You....we're always a failure... but...I" I couldn't stand her talking anymore. I started stabbing widely in her chest. The insanity had fully taken over.I couldn't help stop myself from laughing at her struggle to stay alive. I had no sympathy towards her. She deserved it after all the torment she inflicted on me. I was her failure,I was her regret. I am nothing to her. My father just stood there watching in shock. He did nothing to stop me and I respected his choice. I looked down at the reflection of the knife and I saw a reflection. I didn't see me, I saw a monster no, a demon. I was no longer in control of my body. Instead a demon had taken over and loved the feeling of him inside me. I snapped my gaze to my dad. His fear gave me joy. I started to laugh harder, his son was completely insane. I knew I didn't want any witnesses but his fear was too hilarious I couldn't kill him. I didn't finish having fun.I walked toward him and I could see his whole body sulk forward. "Please...d..don't...k..kill me" I laughed at the thought "You think I'm going to kill you?! I have better plans for you, I want you rip her apart...and consume her." His face was shocked at the statement. " I....I...can't do it" "DO IT OR YOU'LL NEVER BREATH AGAIN" Torturing my father gave me a rush." f...fine I'll do it..." He slowly crawled over to the body with tears rolling down his face. "Start with the liver bitch" I said as I punched him in the face. At the first bite his face reflexively scrunched up and he vomited on his wife. "Hey did I tell you that you can vomit?!" he didn't respond. "Well not like it matters anyway just finish eating the fucking liver!"
An hour passed of him just vomiting at the taste. Every time he vomited I couldn't stop giggling. Once he had finished I slapped him a couple times " Wow dad I didn't know you like murdering your wife and then eating her...that's a little barbaric for you." Dad just realized what he had done, he had framed himself. He was now the one that was going to be convicted of murder. The trails of tears going down his face dripped on to his wife's corpse. " You....you are no son of mine....your mother was right....you are a failure.." And with this said I stabbed him in the heart. "I've had enough of your shit father I never loved you anyways" I walked out of the kitchen realizing what I just did. I wasn't laughing anymore. I had took a couple breaths before calling the cops. I had fake cried saying my father had stabbed his wife and then he committed suicide. Once the cops came I was on my knees near their corpses fake crying trying to hold back the laughter. They had questioned me but I said I was asleep until I heard screaming. They asked me if I have any relatives to take me in. I shook my head in disappointment but then it came to me. I told them I had a friend who would take me in and fortunately he did. And that's where I am now. I live at Bastian's house with his mom. He doesn't know the truth about my parents murder thankfully, but if he did I would lose the only person that cares about me. An insane bear and a Loving white wolf. A perfect match