Reality and what is are sometimes askewed mirrors showing life in a different aspect. The tales you read here are based in reality some of the details have been changed but the names..... No One is Innocent. My story starts years ago in my teens at a moment of realization. I had switched schools and was no longer a small fish in an ocean but a shark in a small pond. I was different I knew this going in. The people here were small minded with no real knowledge of what demons they would face in the outside world. On the day that all became clear to me was the day I was branded a monster.
Obviously I knew of my differences to these mere people. I understood terms and details of a forgotten age but was up to tempo on things variable to pop culture. In this scene I was the larger creature but as well I was the underdog. My passion was that of the unknown, the mysterious even the occult. In a small town and an even smaller school this marks you in infamy. My musical taste was that of shock rock and heavy metal. My peers saw this as something to be afraid of. I was questioned on my taste in all things including my sexuality. To them I was an oddity. Something that did not fit nor conform. My intellect was somewhat superior yet I did nothing to purposely draw attention to myself, except be myself.
Rumors started as they always do. When I was lonely I wrote. Since I knew no one too well at this point I was alone a lot and thus wrote a lot. Rumors spread of me being a Satanist and plotting the deaths of my fellow classmates. Things from animal sacrifices to being able to steal some ones soul by drinking their blood. The sad thing was it was not until these rumors had hit highest pitch that I ever said anything along those lines. Sarcasm was never taken properly. In this time I had found and lost love and found love anew. Yet due to my being labeled in such ways I always felt sorry for the loves I became entwined in as they were now victims of this mindlessness too.
I found solace in learning to play dumb and somewhat falling in with a crowd of people willing to live with the label of being a Monster friend. As the teenage years go though the drama always followed. From dates with broken hearts to loves moving away and finally the birth of sexual freedom. I'd love to say my virginity was given to someone who would cherish my memory and our time together, but to do that I would have had to pick someone who I felt had a heart. No I picked someone who was just short of falling into her own darkness. She was somewhat of a teenage harlot. No I'm not saying she was a whore directly. She didn't take money, no she took happiness. If she could turn your world upside down and you were miserable she was happy. Sadly this leads to my distrust of some women as I had trouble differentiating this harpy from a woman in love. She is the one who truly made me a Monster.
I shant give name as one does not deserve to know that they made me into the beast I am. They do not deserve the satisfaction of ruining a man to the point of aggression and brutality. Our tryst through teenage love was that of a farce or Dante's walk through hell. My innocence lost and my body painfully put to the test. I still have troubles finding a way back from the torment of my soul. It was through she that I began my decent into hell.
- Gui Sanmanos
