Diary of a depressed fellow : The awakening of the pedophile


Another series of diary of a depressed person...

                                                                   Pedophile.

pedophile                                                        
[ped-uh-fahyl or, esp. British, pee-duh-] 

noun, Psychiatry.
an adult who is sexually attracted to young children.




             I looked on at his little face, that smile, I just had to have him,"come by my house today Oliver with the cream skin"
said he to him, that day was special all the hostel boys could tell, the way master cleaned and moved suggestive devices out of he's way, the special cologne he applied, yes ! Its the one that smelled like lavender.  And it reminded me of that day and I was 15 again for that was when when i first felt the fingers, hey kitty it will just hurt a bit,it helps if you count the stars. I screamed as i got penetrated by the  instrument of a 49 years old man, my life had never been the same again from that day onward.

The knowledge of Mr.Gabriel being a gay pedophile was appeared as just a speculation to my ears at first until when i found myself limping from the room at the end of the hall allocated to my chemistry teacher, my name is Comte, a 15 year old boy,with brown eyes and skin the color of chocolate, i was considered beautiful (a feature i still considered to be an extravagant praise) maybe this was what attracted Mr.Gabriel to me, every evening for a year now i had become he's prisoner satisfying he's sexual needs and whatever perverted fantasies he had in mind, it didn't take long before my grades at school started dropping as well as my self esteem, so you can understand my disgust when i saw the devil's incarnate making preparations to lead yet another innocent lamb to the alter of sacrifice.

A junior boy walked into the room carrying notebooks as Mr.Gabriel licked he's lips saying "come my boy", i couldn't stand it, hearing the screams and moans of terror all over again, i knew i had to do something even if it brought about my punishment and Mr.Gabriel will probably go after the poor child again but at least i would have the pleasure to sleep being happy about saving him today. as if been hit by a lightening bolt, i stood up from my kneeling position at a corner of the room and before I knew it I was shouting run little boy, as I felt the cold whip of the leather belt on the healed welts that laced my back like the designs of a tree.

At least i saved "Oliver with the cream skin"

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