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it’s easy to despise what you cannot have
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So It was kindergarden and there was this boy with special needs named Kevin that went to my bus. Back then I didn't know people has disorders or autism and shit so I just thought this kid was a really annoying faggot for no reason.
Anyways, he was so annoying to me that on the bus I decided I was gonna kill him. He sat behind the bus driver so the said bus driver could keep watch of him to make sure Kevin didn't fuck shit up and I took mental note of this.
I walk into the bus and looked for Kevin.
-the thing was today Kevin sat two seats away from the bus driver, and ontop of that I noticed that he also happened to fall asleep
.So the most sensible thing for me to do was to sit on his face until he died. Why this was my first thought? No clue. And I got up from my sat and jumped on his face with my ass out of nowhere and kept smothering him down until he stopped breathing.
Mean while this poor kid Kevin is murming and squirming trying to scream and escape his attacker
.
Until eventually there was silence, and no more movement.
It start's to kick in that I just killed someone, I start feeling anxious, I felt sick to my stomach.
I was highly religious at the time and also looked up to Micheal Jackson, so I started praying to god for his forgiveness because I wanted to see Micheal Jackson in Heaven.
I'm convinced I'm going to hell and won't see the king of pop until I hear
the mother fucker survived, I fucking booked it to a seat in the back praying no one would ever find out.
And they never did, cause Kevin couldn't tell a soul. But him almost dying stuck with me for a day or two. And I learned that if you want to kill someone, sitting on their face isn't the way to do it
