Florence Collymore
No Other Choice
This story is dedicated to all victims of violence.
PREFACE: I AM A VICTIM
Being a victim is a mix of all kinds of different feelings. You feel yourself miserable, scared, stupid, weak, and disgusting. All emotions are vague and you cannot distinguish even the vividest difference.
No matter what victim you are.
A victim of domestic abuse.
A victim of sexual assault.
A victim of physical dominance.
A victim of bullying.
A victim of child abuse/neglect.
A victim of hate crimes.
A victim of people/sex trafficking.
A victim of terrorism.
And I must forget to mention many other types of victims.
Im sorry for all of you. Truly sorry. However, lets not forget that we have one another. We are actually all the same. We need help. We need family around. We need to be loved. I know that most of us dont have it, so why dont we all be the most lovely family in the whole universe. We are all capable of giving true love. We all know how the other person may feel. We all know each other at some point. Lets not wait when our past abusers change, lets be loved right away.
If you know a person who experiences abuse in his/her life, do not stay aside and help. You know what it is to feel that pain. Its crucible and unbearable. Those people deserve to be treated well.
I want you to know as well that we believe you. We believe each word of yours. We believe each action of yours. Dont be afraid to tell us your story because we know that your story is the right one.
Please, Im begging you, dont be afraid to ask for help because only you are capable of breaking that vicious circle.
Amen.
Lessons I learned from my family:
I learned that in order to get love and appreciation you need to cook, clean the house, wash dishes, and not show emotions.
Passing out is the best way to escape.
Learn morse code and how to unlock locks without a key.
Go to the gym to be strong.
Upper body strength is the most important strength.
No one cares about your dignity.
Meditate, it's the least you can do for yourself.
Dont judge people, you dont know their story.
Its OKAY to be alone.
You can come back from rock bottom.
Domestic violence can take many forms.
A shelter is more than just a place to stay.
Finding someone to talk to is vitally important.
You cannot change them.
Dont talk about your feelings with them.
Have a plan. Always.
Try to get into college.
Dont listen to them.
Its not your fault.
You dont have to be a good girl, but it would be helpful.
CHAPTER ONE: CONFESSION
Good evening, guys. Or morning. Or afternoon. My name is Wrat Walker. Never have I ever heard a name uglier than mine. I have been living in Scranton, PA my whole life. My life always gave me miserable and challenging tasks. Beginning with family and ending with the job. Honestly, I didnt handle them well. Destiny punched me in the face hundred and hundred times. And I just accepted it. I cant say that Im hard-working, conscientious, and so on. I was born in a family where the annual income was less than $4000. Imagine yourself. In a family where nobody cares about you. Neither mom nor dad. Thus, I feel like I can blame my parents for my ending-up place. Warning. You will either understand me and accept my actions or consider me insane and be happy for what Ive got.
The first thing I want to say is that Im writing this book for relief. I want to tell my stories to someone but I cant. Im so fed up with my family that I wanna kill each of them. And I will. I promise. When you finish reading this book, theyll be all already dead. And I will be in jail because I committed those crimes and I must be punished. Im a good citizen and respect the law. But also I didnt wanna be a fraud like my family. I am not a coward. I am eager to possess all the virtues of a good man, so I am willing to begin with honesty.
Each chapters gonna be about each member of this messed-up family. Each chapters gonna end with the way I murdered them. I hope itll give you some food for thought. Maybe you will even come up with interesting ideas on how to murder annoying-you people. And last but not least, I know that there are even worse families than mine and that people suffer worse and so on. I know it. And I know that Im not special nor unique. And I know that Im not the main character as well as you. Lets be honest. So just feel free to enjoy this life and kill those who bug you. But be careful with your choices and know that punishment will chase you if you do not come clean.
CHAPTER TWO: MOTHER
Meet Her
This is the worst part of my life. My dear mother. She drives me crazy. I cant even describe it in words. Or maybe its just because Im illiterate and never got a chance to learn English properly. This book I wrote with a dictionary by the way. So much hate I hold in myself for this human. Its not a woman. Its a literal snake that day by day eats your brain and soul, and nervous system.
Her name is Mia Walker. She is 56 years old, was born in my hometown, works as a cashier, is a heavy smoker, abuser, and for sure has a bunch of mental problems, including schizophrenia. She wasnt diagnosed but if she had had the chance to live longer, she would have been diagnosed for sure. My mommy didnt achieve anything. You clearly can see it because all her personal background fits in three sentences. She didnt get into college for the first time, the second time, and the third time. Appreciation for trying. Her biggest accomplishment is being a clean freak. I know what Im saying. Shes really proud of this title. She finds her worth in this and definitely wants everyone around her to be just like her. Irrational, right? She doesn't think this way. Mia seriously rates everyone by their cleanliness. And will judge you if youre not like her. Its actually really weird considering her lifestyle.
Shes a smoker. A heavy one. But listen, she is insecure about her age. I know that a lot of old people are concerned about this and they want to be young, and so on. But she smokes a lot. And when I said it, I meant it. Honey, how do you expect to look good when you smoke like a chimney? It's out of any basics of logic. But Im not a bitterly resentful kid when a mommy didnt give me candy. No more objective adjectives. I want to speak in a language of facts. So here we are. I wanna tell you the first situation that inflated my hate towards Mia Walker. Please, hear me out. Educate yourself on the topic of domestic abuse. Every 4th person is abused in some kind of way. Its not just a story of my life. Its a story of every 4th person on this planet.
Dont You Ever Dare To Lie
I was 8 years old. Its been 9 years since I hold this memory. I perfectly remember every single detail from that day. If you can relate to me, Im sorry. Understand you. It sucks. But we have to handle these problems if we want to be successful, right? We dont need mommy issues as well as daddy issues. But the problem is Ive already got them. Nothing in my control anymore. Ive got so many problems because of this person. And something tells me that its not okay to enjoy my life only if my parents are out of my sight. But lets already start with a problem.