"""Scarred for Life"""___MaNiAc___

Griffin Stuarts was 4 years old when he was first abused by his mom and dad.He grew up thinking this was the right way to live.That for some strange twisted reason he deserved these beatings and torment to no end.When his mother Stephanie was pregnant with him she was a drug addict,with major issues.His father Greg was abused as a child but nowhere near how they treated this kid.They lived in a small two bedroom house with a small living room and kitchen.Griffin wasn't fed right,was never allowed friends and wasn't allowed to meet any other family members.His unknown family members were the same as his parents anyways.There's no reason he should ever want to meet them.The first time Griffin had taken any abuse was August 14th,1986 when he was 4 years old.His father was watching a football game on tv and his team lost.He had a bad day at work and was ready to snap and his team losing didn't help at all.Griffin was only sittin down watching the game with his father and as soon as he got up he spilled his drink on the floor.His fathers eyes raged as he cussed and screamed and even smacked Griffin in the face with a fair amount of force.The poor kid never had many words.Whether he was getting hit or not for no reason he had nothing to say.He shut it out.Greg and Stephanie made Griffin sleep in the basement on a cot with one single blanket.Griffin knew nothing but how he was treated.

A few years later when Griffin was 7,the beatings have went on for years now and Griffin would sneak upstairs at night to watch horror movies like Halloween and Friday the 13th.They unfolded in his imagination relating to his problems of abuse.No meaning,no motive,just violence.Griffin decided to go get a butcher knife to play with in the kitchen.So he snuck in quietly as slow as he could without making a creak in the floor.He opened up the droor where he knew the knives were from his mother using them to cook sometimes,the few times she did anyways.As he pulled the knife out the moon shined on it through the window and left a sparkle in the boys eye.He was astonished.While trying to switch it to his other hand,he dropped the knife on his foot and it made a loud noise hitting the floor.He foot was gushing with blood but all he could do was laugh.Laugh at the pain that he no longer cried over.

Greg had heard the noise and woke up suddenly.He got up and walked into the kitchen rubbing his eyes only to find blood on the floor and an open knife droor.Greg slowly walked around looking under the table and looking in the other rooms of the house.Greg walked into the unused bedroom that Griffin wasn't allowed to go in and looked around.The door shut slowly behind him and Greg turned his head around quickly to find Griffin with cuts on his foot and all over his face.Griffin just stared at him with a half smile half blank expression and lifted up the knife and cut himself again right down his cheek."What do you think you're doing?!Are you crazy son?"Griffin just looked at him and walked slowly towards him with the knife pointed outwards."Stop boy before I beat you like there's no tomorrow!I'll kill you,you little maggot for a son!"Griffin remained walking toward his father not looking at his face.Just the spot he planned on stabbing."Stop son,I meen it stop this right now!"Greg yelled at him.Greg was getting scared and he yelled for Stephanie but she was wasted from the heroin she had taken that night.Greg punched and kicked at Griffin as he got closer and closer to him.

Finally,Griffin got 2 steps away and stopped dead in his tracks."That's what I thought you worthless runt."Greg said laughing nervously.Just then,Griffin lunged down at his fathers leg and stabbed him in the shin with it.Greg started to kick and scream and hit Griffin on the head but he couldn't get him off.Griffin started to bite him on the leg as well.Griffin stabbed and stabbed on the same leg over and over and over.All Greg could do was scream but there was noone to hear him,not any loved ones or neighbors or even his drugged up wife.Griffin began to brutally stab the other leg and Greg fell down in the corner of the room screaming bloody murder.Griffins arm was stabbing so violently and rappidly that Greg couldn't ever come close to grabbing it.After stabbing both of his fathers legs over thirty times he decided to move up and stab him in the stomach.Greg was in agonizing pain and could do nothing but take it.Take it like Griffin had to take the small little slaps.They add up to a child as small as Griffin.He could think nothing but the furious rage that he learned from mostly his father but sometimes his mother.He stabbed and stabbed Greg in the stomach furiously over and over until Greg stopped moving.He had bled to death.A few minutes of anger can lead to death.As Griffin stood up with blood on his hands,he stared at his dead father.Not happy,nor sad,just staring.Something out of a horror movie but in a realistic way.

Griffin turned around and made his way into his mothers room.The little tv was left on and the lamp was on on her side of the bed.Griffin quietly made his way to Stephanies side of the bed and looked at her.She opened up her eyes and in panic,even though she was drugged up,got up and yelled.She seen the blood all over Griffins white tee shirt and on the knife and the cuts on his face and foot."What are you doing Griffin,what have you done?Where's daddy?Where's the blood from?"she kept asking different questions over and over.She gets up staggering and runs into the kitchen,then into the bedroom where Greg's body lay bloodied."Griffin!"she screamed in a panic.

She runs up to Greg's body and starts to scream.As soon as she gets up to go call the police on the phone in the kitchen,Griffin stands still by the door with his butcher knife.Stephanie was still seeing double from the drugs she had taken earlier."Griffin stop baby,please mommy loves you,don't do this please baby please."she nervously begged as Griffin started to walked towards her slowly and shut the door quietly behind him.As she walked back against the wall she fell down on Greg's body and got blood all over her.She screamed as she looked at her hands.As she struggled to get up she looked up at the door and to her surprise,Griffin was gone.

"Griffin?"she called for him nervously.She walked into the kitchen and began to dial 911."I have an emergency,my husband is dead!My son killed him and he's trying to kill me!"She screamed on the phone drastically.She hung up the bloodied phone and turned around and seen Griffin with bloody bandages all over his head and face with eye holds and nothing more."Griffin Michael Stuarts put down the knife now!Why are you doing this baby!Mommy loves you!"she began to cry out loud.Griffin started to walk slowly towards Stephanie.He stopped suddenly and shook his head in circles as fast as he could and fell over.While he was having his fit Stephanie walked past him and out the door to wait for the police to arrive.She was safe from Griffin for a while and finally the police showed up a few minutes later."He's inside,he killed my husband,my seven year old son killed him and tried to kill me!"she cried.The cops barged in with their guns drawn even though it was a child,but they didn't know what to expect.They found Greg's dead body in the unused bedroom and they found little seven year old Griffin sitting down at the tv rocking back and forth watching horror movies with his bandage on his face.The cop grabbed the knife and went down by Griffin and told him he needed to come with them for a while.

Griffin cooperated fine without a problem.They eventually put him in a special institution for small children.They kept him in a white room with a tv,one of the few things he ever knew of that was actually fun to do.Stephanie was busted for drug use and child abuse and was put away for 25 years.Griffin was sentenced to the mental institution for the rest of his life or until the doctors see fit.Griffin was never upset and showed no acts of anger towards anything.They even gave him a pet cat for studies of violence.There was nothing for years.

Ten years went by in this institution.The only reasons doctors kept Griffin in this place is because he had no other place to go.They were afraid to put him in an orphanage and risk some small children getting hurt or killed.All Griffin had was his memories of abuse and anger.He never said a word.Doctors tried to get him to talk but he would just watch his movies and keep to himself.The scars from where he cut his face were still there and on his foot.Only to remind him of the tragic night when he was seven.After fifteen years of showing now signs of anger,the doctors decided they could take their attention off of Griffin for a while and worry about other children patients for a while.One night,a male and female doctor who were a married couple working at the mental institution were having a heated argument.This grabbed Griffins attention slightly and he looked out his peephole in his small white room.Suddenly,the man slapped the woman and she held her face and cried. In a room down the hall,a couple doctors heard an exetremly loud crash about thirty seconds later."What in the world was that?!"screamed one of the doctors.They ran down the hall as fast as they could only to find Griffins door busted open with horribly furious massive strength from rage.They looked down at the nurse and at her dead husband who was strangled to death and his face bruised and broken."Oh my God what happened here?!"the doctor asked frantically.The woman just looked up,wiped her tears away and said in a frightened calmly way...."Griffin got out."

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