“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
It was certain; my mind was already made up. He had to die. After what he had done to my family and the lives that were lost. Justice had to be served for the innocent; revenge had to be done for the ones that could not fight back. And who was going to enjoy not only watching it but actually physically doing the revenge? Myself, Serena Lopez. I was taught to be careful what you wish for for it may come true but I knew for a fact that I wanted something, my one desire, my one wish. Antonio Levee to be killed, in a brutal but somewhat sanitary fashion. Could anybody honestly blame me for wanting a man dead? Well yeah of course they can it’s against the law, actually it’s a threat. The point is I want him dead, no wait I want him to beg for his life like so many of my relatives did when he was about to murder them. I want him to plead for mercy until he can’t plead no more, make him think that he is given another chance at life that he is spared. Then shatter his wishes and hopes, shatter them right to the core and kill him. He has killed off so many innocent people that to think that he would be spared his life is quite the ridiculous thought. He shouldn’t be allowed to speak for the innocence, to beg in mercy since he has been the cause of so much pain. If I really wanted to be mean and fair to the killer of so many, I could always do it the brutal way, the way you often see in horror movies now a days. But ironically I’m better than that, I’m better than him. To think that I was just about to seek revenge on a killer, show him what all he has put not only me but plenty of others. But what would that really do? Make me feel better? Make the families of all the people in which they have lost happy? It would only make me just as bad as him; it would make me a cold hearted killer. I would be doing no justice except for if he decided to kill again, but who is to tell if he changes. Who is to blame one another for such actions? We all make mistakes, wrong decisions so to say. It is how we deal with them that really make a difference, how we cope. So next time you go out in the world ready to take action remember: “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."
I was shaking with anger; I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. We were so happy together and now I felt as though a part of me was missing. I’ve never felt heartbreak before and all I wanted was for it to end, with him holding me again. I woke up that morning, in no mood for make up or nice hair and definitely not in the mood for school. My mother obviously didn’t understand because she sent me to school regardless of the tears I was shedding. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe him waiting at my locker with a list of apologies a mile long. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see his arms wrapped around another and his lips pressed against hers. My heart shattered and dropped out of my chest. I don’t know why but I was angry when I shouldn’t have been. He dumped me but he still had every right to move on…even if I couldn’t. My reason was overshadowed by my anger and I just stood there and glared. That’s when he saw me and said, “Oh, I didn’t think you would be in school today.” Now I was even angrier because my ex-boyfriend had basically assumed I would be too much of a pathetic mess to even get up this morning. For someone, whom I had invested all my time and secrets, to think something like that of me, it hurt. It made me want to make him hurt. It ignited something inside me that I never knew I was even capable of. I wanted revenge for the hurt I was feeling and I knew just how I could get it. He had practically ripped my heart out so now I would find a way to do the same to him. The only thing I could think of that he cared about more than girls was his car and I was going to destroy it. I left school early that day and went home to find a baseball bat. My older brother followed after my dad and was a huge baseball fanatic. He gave me a range of options for bats that I could choose from. He had no idea what it was for but he helped all the same. I chose a metal bat that showed some promise when it came to force. I drove back towards the school in a rush and parked right next to his pickup truck; it would be scrap metal when I was done with it. I brought the bat up to just above my shoulder and swung with all my might. It hit my target and kept hitting my target until the thing was nothing but dents, chipped paint and broken glass. I even went as far as knocking the side-view mirrors off and planting them in the bed of the truck. I would’ve kept going too if a police car hadn’t pulled up next to me. I went through court and almost jail but I was blessed with a fine and a restraining order. Everyone looked at me like the psycho, ex-girlfriend after that. I guess next time I dig someone else’s grave, I’ll just have to be prepared to lay in mine own as well.
In a house full of kids I was always use to the yelling. Every day I remember my mother yelling about something weather it was how the house was so called dirty or whether it was me or my siblings in trouble I would always hear “the real world is going to hit you way harder than I can” but for some reason I didn’t hear her, I was listening but I didn’t hear her, until that very moment. I was laying there on the ground just thinking about my whole life. I saw everything I did in my lifetime in a matter of seconds. At that moment I didn’t know what to do. More shots were fired and then everything went black. I woke up to a white room. I didn’t know what was going on. My body felt like i was going to die. I can’t be dying I’m sitting right here. I got up and got something to drink and looked out the window. I got back in bed and sat there and thought about everything in my life. A few weeks went by and I was good to go home. I got home and thought about what happened a few weeks ago. I was still out doing the things I did before I was shot. Me getting shot was nothing, it was something at the time but now it’s nothing to be worried about it was only in my shoulder. The pain was still there but it didn’t stop me from eating and doing what I was doing. I sat on my couch and though about a few weeks before I got shot. I was on the right path, until I saw that one face that looked familiar. I knew exactly where I knew this man from and I was going to get revenge. I followed this man home and thought to myself “oh yea”. I pulled off and told myself I was going to be back just watch. I pulled up on his block a hour later and ran right to the back door I bussed in and ran right to the living room, I got in and saw blood everywhere I stopped right where the body was and just looked. I began to go through his pockets. I heard a door close so I picked my gun up, and that was the very moment I realized I did a lot of things wrong , I knew I didn’t think this through but aye it didn’t matter to me at this point . My eyes opened and everything was red. I wasn’t sure what was going on but all I know was that I was in a lot of pain and all I wanted to do was be home. I’ve had dreams like this before but this time I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or real life. Well I knew it was real but I guess I just wanted it to be a dream so bad. All I could do is think about my mother and family. At that moment something all I could think about was when my mother used to say “the real world is going to hit you way harder than I can” but that’s when it clicked I because before she would say that she would always say something under her breath but I was never sure what it was. I always heard it but I never really took the time to pay attention now I finally realize she would always say “before you embark on a journey of revenge you better dig two graves”, but damn I guess it was to late.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." This quote is not just a quote, but it is a lesson to learn in life. Revenge will never be something you should focus on. It is an ugly thing to do and it gets you absolutely nowhere. This quote is trying to explain all of that. It is saying that if you plan on getting revenge on someone, you may as well dig two graves because while you are trying to kill them, you will stress yourself out over something so meaningless that you will want to kill yourself as well. That is what revenge does to people. It eats away at them and gets under their skin so much that it drives them crazy. That is why they say to dig a second grave for yourself as well. People waste their time when they get all caught up in revenge or payback. Instead of being mature and looking past whatever happened and letting it be, they have to retaliate. They can never just let it go, or forget about it. It is usually never as serious as some people make it seem either. Something so minute, they make seem like the world is ending and it does not make sense. I always wonder if people ever consider why someone did what they did to them in the first place. Maybe they had a legit, valid reason. Or maybe they were mistaken and got mixed up with facts or details. Or maybe they were just mad at you because of how you are doing. If you are successful and if you have a good life, people will hate you for that because they do not have what you have. They are disappointed with their lives so in order to compensate with that, they must make someone else feel like they are less, or that whatever it is that they accomplished means nothing. Often times if someone is trying to tear you down, it only means that you are above them. People just get so mad at who you are, when they are the only ones responsible for their life and how it turns out. Like I said, they get mad at your success, or the life you have been given. I understand that some people do not have everything that others have. Some are not as fortunate to have certain things and they think that just because that is the case, then it is okay to make their life miserable, when in fact, you can make something out of nothing. You can take all of the negatives in your life and turn them into positives. It is all about your determination to be successful.
You would think that after high school all drama would finally be over. Not that I was ever in much of it. Apparently my perception was wrong, drama never really ended. Even after all the bullying workshops we had at school, I had never really had to witness anything too horrible. I myself had been made fun of when I was in elementary school. Kids had criticized my voice and I was honestly conscious and embarrassed of it throughout my whole life because of them, but I didn’t let it affect me anymore than that. When I was younger my mom would tell me how mean the people at her jobs were, but I didn’t pay much attention to her. When I was older, she would still be dealing with problems. “They’re just jealous,” my mom would say, “They’re mad that I work in a bigger area.” But that didn’t give them the right to bully her. I was surprised when she told me about a particular woman. She was asking another worker for a flash drive, because he was busy and because my mom was also in charge of them, he told the woman to ask my mom. She responded by saying, “Ew, her? Gross!” and she simply left. The woman had said this in front of my mom’s face, and had even made a disgusted face toward her. My mom had never done anything to this woman, and she recalled how rude she had been when she had been assigned to train my mom on her first days on the job. I felt angered when my mom told me this. How can a grownup be so immature? I wished there were something to do to get back at the woman. My mom confessed that she had felt the same desire for revenge, but soon regretted it and didn’t even want to bring attention to herself. My mom feared that if the woman was so cruel without my mom doing anything to her, she would be capable of much more harm. My mom told me she honestly thought the woman would pop her tires or scratch her car, which was why she tried parking in the view of the parking lot’s camera at work. I didn’t know what to say to make my mom feel better, but she’s a strong woman, she told me she was so mad at the moment it happened that she felt like crying, but she knew she couldn’t let her get to her. I told my mom to take me to work, maybe I’d be able to get my own revenge on the woman on “bring your child to work day”. My mom laughed at the idea, she said, “I would love for you to go, I would want everyone to meet you, but I’m afraid the woman would be even more jealous when she sees you.” I told my mom my plan for revenge. Since I wasn’t so young anymore, I had to be more careful than a thoughtless kid who could distract anyone and cause them to do something wrong. Rather, I said I would casually walk by the woman’s working area, and “trip”, preferably over the computer cables so that all her data and work for that day would be erased. But my mom didn’t like my plan, she said, “Don’t think like that, you wouldn’t be doing the right thing. Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Although I wanted to protect my mom and stand up for her, she was right, trying to get revenge wasn’t the answer and it wouldn’t solve anything. Instead, I just had to be there to support her.
They say an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, but to put it simply, I think that’s stupid. And when people say that revenge won’t make you feel better, they’re just plain wrong. Let’s take for example the movie, An Eye For an Eye. In this movie a woman is on the phone with her daughter while she’s out running errands. When her daughter answers the door for someone a man forces his way into the house, rapes and kills her daughter, and the whole time this woman has to listen to it all happening over the phone, and she can’t do a thing to stop it. The man is caught, but he is let go because they have no way to prove that it’s him. Before he leaves the court room he says something to the mother that confirms that he was her daughter’s killer. The woman then spends the rest of the movie plotting to kill this man, and in the end she gets him. Did killing this man bring her daughter back? Absolutely not, don’t be silly. But did it give her some piece of mind? If you think it didn’t, then you’re wrong, end of story. She looked him in the eye when she shot him, he knew it was her and he knew why she was doing it. There was, without a doubt in my mind, a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. Now let’s hold on a second. Maybe you’re thinking that it still doesn’t make her feel any better, that getting revenge did absolutely nothing to help this woman. Put yourself in her shoes for a minute and imagine what it must have felt like to hear a loved one in trouble, being tortured and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Every night you can hear it replaying in your head, and the man that did it is walking free. Even if it doesn’t make you feel better that he’s dead, wouldn’t it help you sleep at night to know that he got what he deserved? That was one extreme case, but revenge is necessary in a million different scenarios. Sometimes it’s just plain wrong to let someone get away with something they’ve done. Whether it’s about achieving some piece of mind, or about setting a person straight, sometimes an eye for an eye just makes everyone even.
Jerry was fifteen years old when his mother was killed in front of him. Jerry had no siblings and his father left him when he was just a couple years old. Jerry was sitting in his living room when he heard his mother and a man having a heated argument. Jerry walked through the kitchen door to see his mother get shot in the heart. Jerry quietly left the kitchen and called the cops and ran for help. When Jerry returned to the scene he saw that the man was no longer there. Every night from there on Jerry would see the same man in his dreams shooting his mother again and again. It came to a point when he was about twenty years of age he decided to take action. Jerry never wanted any help and thought that he could handle the problem on his own. Jerry went out to eat with his friends and he told Tom that he wanted to do something that would change his life. “I know where the guy that killed my mom lives. I KNOW WHERE HE LIVES! Someone found out where he lives and they told me. It’s about an hour from here. I was thinking about taking action into my own hands then wait around and let Karma get him. It’s been five years and I can’t forgive or forget. Tom tell me that my state of mind is correct. Tell me that I’m not crazy for wanting to take action.” Jerry told him. “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. These are wise words that I once heard my grandfather use. I don’t want you to make a mistake and then Karma will come back and get you.” Tom told Jerry. “Your right Tom, I should just forgive and forget. Wow it’s already seven o’clock time flies quickly I need to go. I will see you tomorrow. Thanks for everything Tom.” Jerry told Tom with a straight face. Jerry got up and left the money for his plate on the table. He looked at Tom and they both exchanged smiles. Jerry went in his car and he went straight to his house. He looked on his phone at a text that one of his friends texted him; it was an address. Jerry got dressed in all black. He looked through his drawers and found his gun. He put it in his pants and he put on a black jacket on top. Jerry went downstairs and made himself a sandwich. While he was eating he looked at his phone and stared straight into the soul of the address. He finished his food and went to his car. He got comfortable and put on rock music. He blasted the music and put the address in the GPS. He looked onto the street determined to end someone’s life. It took an hour of Jerry and pure concentration on the road. Jerry then reached to the house to see a man opening up the door. Jerry turned off his car and got out and starred at the man. The man walked in and the door behind him was slowly was closing. This was Jerry’s time to go in and strike. Jerry made it right before the door closed and he slid his way through. Jerry then looked straight to see that there was a man in the kitchen. Jerry slowly slipped through and walked up behind the man without letting the man know. “I will kill you for killing my mother.” Jerry said. With those words Jerry shot the man in the back twice. Jerry then quickly ran out without a word to be said. Jerry then woke up to about fifty text messages. His friend sent him a link to a website. They found the man dead in his house and said that the man used to be a famous actor who was just visiting his home town. His friend apologized because he sent Jerry the wrong address to the man’s house. Jerry quickly got up and flushed his phone down the toilet. He then looked out the window to see that it was raining. He put on his shoes and left his house. He decided to go for a drive. Then he reached a forest and he walked deep inside the forest. Jerry looked up to the sky to hear thunder. He looked straight ahead and put the gun to his stomach. Right when he was about to pull the trigger the thunder came with anger and rage. There laid his dead wet body with his eyes wide open looking up into the sky. This was the exact face his mother had when she died.
“What happened to you two? You look a lot…older?” Gavin laughed as he stood up and left the spit. “Well that’s what happens after a couple years, Damian.” Damian’s jaw dropped. Did he say years? “Did you say years?” “Yes.” Isaac said flatly as he sat, cross legged next to the fire. “Really only a little more than one, though. Gavin going through puberty and getting military decorations aren’t the only things that happened while you were out.” Seeing that Damian was all ears, he went on. “The Dominion and Syndicate are in the past. Well, their struggle against only each other is in the past. Now things have gotten absurd. A third group, extremists that were originally part of the Syndicate but were more interested in completely wiping out the population of mages, popped up. They weren’t just interested in killing Dominion soldiers, but civilians with magical powers as well. They’d brought it up in a conference and we shot them down. They responded by grouping up during the night, stealing half of our armory and sneaking away.” “That was when we rescued you from your prison. They were going to do everything they could to get to you and murder you. Everything’s changed since you were last awake. The Syndicate that we knew isn’t an organized rebellion anymore, its scattered cells that survived the rise of the Rising Sun, the extremists that left the Syndicate. We’ve struggled to stay in contact with the other cells, raiding for supplies but unable to move because we couldn’t move you.” “Hang on a second,” Damian interrupted, suddenly snapped out of the history lesson he was getting, “why couldn’t you just go on without me? If it’s been more than a year, I would’ve assumed that I was dead. You guys hate mages anyway, why not just let those guys have me and join them?” “You’re more important than you think you are, Damian. You came to us looking for peace, and we took advantage of that. I was wrong to do that to you and I’m sorry. It made me realize that the Syndicate was different. We didn’t want the world rid of mages, we just wanted equality. If I was given the opportunity to kill their leader or their entire army, I’d kill their leader and leave the others to repent and rejoin society. That’s where we and the Rising Sun are different.” Damian was stunned. He hadn’t expected such a revelation from the man who’d kept him hostage and beat him personally for god only knew how long. He was almost positive that Isaac would have killed Damian once his usefulness had run out, or technically when he found out that Damian would be no use at all. Maybe Isaac just wore a façade those days, maybe he truly did regret everything he’d done to Damian. Maybe he was just doing what he had to to protect the people he cared about. “I see…” Damian rejoined the conversation timidly, “So what are we doing now?”
There is really nothing Becky can do now. He left her for another girl and she wasn’t exactly sure what to do besides cry. She sat on her couch in disbelief. For ten years, she thought that she was with the man of her dreams but for the past year, he has had a girlfriend on the side. Becky didn’t know anything about this girl or any details on their relationship but the relationship must be serious if he would leave his girlfriend of ten years. Anger built up inside of her and she had to get out of the house. She drove around for a while and decided to pass his house to creep on him. When Becky passed she saw him and his new girlfriend sitting on the porch. She couldn’t see the girls face because she was turned the other way. As soon as the girl turned to face the car, Becky’s heart dropped. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The new girlfriend her boyfriend of ten years left her for was her best friend, Angela. She was so angry and upset, her face turned bright red. She got out of her car and walked up to Angela. When Angela noticed Becky standing there, she didn’t know what to do. She punched Angela hard in the jaw and pushed her to the ground. When she got on her to continue punching her, her ex-boyfriend got her off and held her down. When Angela got up, Becky spit in her face. Becky couldn’t believe she could be one of those crazy ex-girlfriends that fight someone. Her heart was pumping and she actually felt good about what she did. The cops show up not to long after and Becky immediately get put in the back of a police car. She was a straight A student who never got in trouble with cops, not even my parents. She felt different. She felt bad ass. She liked this feeling. She definitely deserved what she got and she couldn’t help but to smile. She didn’t care that her parents were going to kill her as soon as she get home or that she will have something on her record because she had to get revenge. She didn’t plan on doing that but when she saw who she thought was my best friend with my boyfriend, she couldn’t stop herself. She was angry but she felt good about herself.
Once upon a time, not that long ago, lived a happily married couple. A family you could say. A mother, father and two twin sisters. They were very wealthy and generous. They lived in an extremely large house and they had two little dogs, one for each of the sisters. "Ringgggg" Kayla slapped her alarm clock as is bugged her to awake. She slid out of bed and ran to the bathroom. "Today's the big day" she thought to herself. "Kylaaaaa?!" Yelled Kayla, wake up. It's our big day. "Our?!" Kyla asked, "Did you forget we're enemies for the day?" She added. "You're going against me in the election, don't talk to me today!" Kayla looked at her in disgust. "How could you let some stupid election come between us?" She replied. "Oh Kayla, Kyla, stop arguing!" Groaned their mother. "Hurry up and get ready before you guys are late for school" she added. An hour later... Everyone was dressed and ready to head out the door. As the girls raced to school, Kyla was thinking of was to get revenge towards Kayla for running against her. "Maybe I should rip up her speech, or even better! Maybe I should trap her in the janitor’s closet so that she won't be able to present her speech." Kyla was indecisive, she'll think of something sooner or later. Time to present.. It was Kayla's turn to present her speech. "Kayla Stephens" please present your speech. Announced Mrs. Jones, she repeated herself. No sign of Kayla. "Aha hahaha!" Kyla laughed. Miss Stephens “yelled Mrs. Jones "is there something that I should know?" She added. "Well," Kyla started... "I locked Kayla in the janitor’s closet so that she wouldn't be able to present her speech because I wanted to win" she explained. “Now Kyla!” Mrs. Jones screeched, “What has gotten into you? Did you not read the student’s manual?” She asked. Mrs. Jones opened her student manual and turned to the page that had instructions for students running for president. It read “if any student that’s running for president does anything to the other candidates in any way shape or form as so they won’t be able to present their speech that student will be eliminated.” Kyla gasped, “I guess I wanted to win so bad I didn’t care about the rules.” Kyla informed. “I’m so disgusted with myself!” she added. Well Kyla, which janitor’s closet is she in?” Mrs. Jones hollered. “The one by the girl’s bathroom on the second floor” Kyla concluded. As Kyla and Mrs. Jones walked to get Kayla out of the closet Mrs. Jones kept going on and on about how wrong Kyla’s actions were. “Bang bang bang!” They heard from the closet. While Mrs. Jones was opening the closet, she explained to Kayla how she couldn’t present her speech because it was too late. Mrs. Jones turned to Kyla and stated “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Kyla had no idea what she meant by it, but she knew the words would help her in the future.
She was just a girl that was being played by a boy that she never expected it from. Now a day that was just the normal. It would happen to the best of us. However this girl was done with the crying. She was done with letting him get to her. She was going flip the game. She realized what was happening here, she wasn’t going to let him get the best of her. It was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. He knew what he was doing to her and he didn’t care. It was time for her to be tough and treat him exactly the same way he did her. Playing him out wasn’t going to be the easiest thing but she was going to do it. She was to stop at nothing to get to him. It was time for him to see how it feels. To feel so hopeless, and useless to a person, but then to feel like you mean the world to them. Feelings that go up and down like that drive one insane. It’s time for him to be insane. Her plan was now in action. She could tell that she had him right where she needed him. He was in the palm of her hand. Telling her how much he regretted what he did and that this time it would be different. When he said it she was able to tell that he truly meant it this time around. Just a couple more weeks and her plan well be set on attack. He won’t see it coming at all. He will be so devastated. And she can’t wait for that. He will be heartbroken and just upset with himself because he didn’t see it coming. This was perfect; she couldn’t wait to strike him. She would feel so accomplished when she does. It was the complete opposite. After she succeeded her plan she felt like crap. She found a sense of heart and caught feelings. She felt horrible for what she was doing to him. It was too late now. It didn’t matter how she felt. She didn’t win here. With the feeling she now felt she was back to the start. She thought this would make it all better, but no it just made everything worse. They were both now at the bottom and they both deserved it. If she were to just leave him alone karma would come around and take care of it. However she tried to fill in karmas place. She went and tried to put out fire with fire. It alone brought her down with him. And lead to a bigger fire.
“Diane,” she took a deep breath and continued shakily. “I saw you that day—when we were fifteen years old. We had gone to visit Grandma at the hospital. She was dying and it was likely the last time we’d ever see her alive. And you—you snuck off at some point when we were in the waiting room. I thought you were going to grab a snack so I followed, but you made a right instead of a left—” —Oh, God, I thought. She couldn’t possibly have seen that. I was speechless but she evidently was not. Just to my horrification, she continued. “And then—” She struggled to finish the story. There was no doubt in my mind that she saw it happen. Lisa knew about my secret—my tendencies and my cruelties. Unwilling to resume beating, my heart caught in my chest. “You walked into a random room with only a patient sleeping inside, and you stuck an empty syringe into their jugular vein. That old man died, Diane. I saw you kill him.” She emphasized the words, ‘died,’ and, ’kill’ as if she were teaching a bunch of first-graders how to read. I stared at her in utter shock of the confrontation; and for a brief moment I felt something—shame, embarrassment, perhaps. It definitely wasn’t guilt, but I will say that getting caught by my sister was not the most joyous moment in my life. “And worst of all,” she continued, “you seemed totally unphased by it all. You treated it so normally, so casually, that I couldn’t help but think it wasn’t the first time.” She looked at me with pearly eyes, expecting me to tell her something—maybe that it was an accident or that I had been sleepwalking; but I just stared at her, my face sinking into my head. It almost felt like a twinge of remorse, although I don’t do remorse. It’s not an emotion with which I am well acquainted, if you can understand that. I guess I was standing there mute for a while because Lisa’s voice came out of nowhere.
“Aren’t you going to say something? Deny it maybe?” I snapped back into focus and answered. “After what you saw, you’d never accept anything other than a confession. What’s the point in trying to deny it, Lisa? You’re a goddamned Nancy Grace.” Yes, I was aware that sarcasm was not the best play at that point, but I was cornered and my options were few. She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re right, Diane. I watched you do it and since you haven’t even tried to defend yourself, I think I have my answer.” She turned away for a moment and then back towards me, her face and thoughts recomposed. Whereas before she was upset, she was now noticeably enraged. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to live with that information? I should have reported your psychopath ass because the thing is, I still don’t trust you. How do I know you haven’t done it again? I mean, who does something like that? I’ll tell you who: one who has serious psychological problems. You’re a freaking lunatic, Diane!” She continued on this rant for a while. I zoned out for most of it but I was able to pick up some phrases along the way, such as, “deranged pyscho,” “disgusting monster,” “like Jack Nicholson in that movie.” I mean, come on. It’s a classic movie. At least know the name if you’re going to reference it, Lisa. In case you’re not familiar with the movie she referred to, it’s “The Shining.”
Revenge is what he thought he wanted but it didn’t quite work out like he expected. John was mad at his wife Heather for going to dinner with a male coworker. She told him that nothing happened but he didn’t believe her. John was furious at his wife for what she had done to him so he decided to get her back. He didn’t like her lying to him and he wanted her to feel that way. Often revenge is the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands, and this is exactly what John planned to do to Heather. John was very close to one of his female coworkers named Cindy. John and Cindy’s relationship was not as innocent as everyone thought. John decided to take their relationship as just coworkers to more than that. He wanted to show his wife that if she wanted to sneak around he could too. The only difference was Heather wasn’t cheating on her husband. John and Cindy’s secret relationship was working out nicely. John’s wife had no idea, not yet at least. John was having the time of his life; revenge was working out great for him. John and Cindy planned a romantic evening; everything was going well when Cindy told John that she was pregnant with his child. John was outraged and straight up told Cindy that he doesn’t love her and doesn’t want to have a baby with her; he is married and was just using her to get back and his wife. After saying this he stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Cindy there confused, angry and devastated. John drove home are fast as he could after stopping at the flower store, he wanted to apologize to his wife and try to fix everything since his plan didn’t work out. John didn’t take in to account that something could go wrong in his plan. When John walked in to the door he saw Cindy standing over his wife and the floor was covered in blood. Cindy said, “If I can’t have you neither can she.” John tried to grab the phone to call the police but Cindy shot him before he could. John’s plan of revenge didn’t end the way he thought. He just wanted to get back at his wife but ended up getting them both killed. Revenge never ends well. Passion takes over and gets the best of you and in this case revenge got the best of John. Cindy got away with a double murder and fled the country and raised her baby without any suspicions .
He always told me that his apologies were sincere and eventually I began to believe it. He hurt me so much but I figured that I loved him…the best was to let it all go. I opened up my arms and took him back in. I was still uneasy about the whole situation though. I just found it so unfair how easily he had it all back; even after all the damage he had caused me. He made a mistake that marked me forever and to be frank, as much as he begged and even after all the gifts and roses—to believe in him became impossible for me. Everyone would tell me, “He definitely learned his lesson. Take him back; he loves you so much.” They failed to realize how I felt though. It was unfair to me that he never felt what he made me feel and I convinced myself that I was only being stupid for taking him back after what he did. Everyone makes mistakes but I have not made one and I know mistakes are not supposed to be done on purpose but I convinced myself to break that rule. Throughout the relationship I began doing unnecessary things that I knew would tick him off but after all, he should be thankful I even took him back, so he should bear with me…right? He passed all those childish tests. He knew things were not going to get back to normal that easily. He never figured out that I did those things to see if he really loved me; his conscience just persuaded him to please me I guess. One day I was going through my journal and I was reading my excerpts that I wrote during my time of “heartbreak”. Remembering all those endless emotions made re-live the bad experience and brought me to tears. It was then that I realized that I never really brought myself to forgive him—at least not thoroughly. I had to get revenge one way or another. I was totally convinced that revenge was the only way that I could completely close up that chapter of my life. I needed to hurt this kid so much and on paper it all seemed so perfect. He would comprehend what I went through, feel what he made me feel and this would make him appreciate me and value me even more than he claimed to appreciate and value me at the moment. This would be the only way I would accept taking him back and according to me, this was the only possible way that everything could eventually get back to normal. I shared this with my best friend and told her my plan. I would randomly break up with him and pretend that I’m into some other guy. If he actually loves me, he would cry and beg for me, but most importantly—he would suffer. She tried in all the ways to make me change my mind. Once she realized that nothing could change my mind she told me, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Eventually I learned what this meant. I did was I planned to do and I end up losing the most. When I broke up with him he said that at least he did everything in his hands to try to make it all work. He wished me the best in everything that I decided from that day on to do. I expected him to come back chasing after me like before, but he didn’t. Eventually he found another girl and I told myself that I had now lost him forever. Once in a while, I’ll still get the “he still suffers” rumors, but I can assure you that out of the both of us, I suffer the most.
“I am going to get him back.” Jake told his best friend Pedro. “Wait but Jake revenge is not the answer.” Pedro replied. “Oh in this case it is, I am going to kill him. Follow me I am going to the woods to dig his grave.” Jake proclaimed. “Okay I will go with you, but when we are over there dig two graves.” Pedro mumbled to Jake. “What? Why would I dig two graves?” Jake questioned. “You never know. Anything can happen to the first grave while you go to your long journey of revenge.” Pedro said. “...Yeah you are right. Good thinking. This is why you are my best friend.” Jake hesitantly said. Jake begins to look for the one he wants to kill. Little did he know that revenge is never the right thing to do. His best friend Pedro tried to warn him but his mind filled with anger clouded his vision on what was the best way to get back at his nemesis. While he was on his journey to revenge he met a very wise man. The wise man stopped him to ask him why he looked so angered. Therefore Jake responded, “I am looking for someone and I want to get him back for what he did.” “What did he do?” asked the wise man. “Well um I do not want say.” Jake mumbled. “But why? Is it not important?” the wise man questioned. “Well how would you know? You do not know anything about me. I know what I am doing.” Jake answered. “Well, remember to dig two graves.” The wise man said and vanished. Jake was deep in thought why would that weird old man tell me the same thing Pedro said? But of course they both are weird and expect strange things to happen. Some more time passed and Jake finally found his nemesis and killed him. Jake began to head home with the dead body and when he got to the woods where he dug the two graves he threw the dead guy in one and was about to bury the guy he remembered he left the shovel in his car so he set forth to his car. While he walked back from the car the daylight was gone and he heard bats flying around and Jake was panicking so he began to run when all of a sudden he tripped on a rock and dived head first into the second grave. The next day Pedro decided to walk by the woods to see if jakes job was done. It was done but the job took Jake too. Pedro had two bodies to bury that day and he would never forget the saying, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
Siting there thinking about things, walking back and forth in my room, thinking of my revenge. I was filled with anger. Dry blood under my nose, my own blood all over my top, my eyes puffy from crying, and a black circle slowly is forming around my right eye, and all I feel is pain. All they walked away with was bloody hands, from me, it was my blood. They didn’t even get into trouble for it. They laughed as they left me laying there in pain bleeding and trying to hold tears back, but it was to hard to because the pain was too much to handle. All I wanted was revenge; I wanted sweet revenge for what they did to me. I wanted them much worse than I was. As I walked back and forth I thought and I thought for a long time how I was going to get them back. I wanted to go to school the next day and walk right up to them and hit them all, but I knew I was too weak to, but then I thought. If I get the courage to do it then I can, it doesn’t matter how weak I am as long as I get a shot in I’ll be happy. That night I planned how I was going to approach them. I figured it would be worse if I said something as I walked up, so I figured I would strongly walk up to her and her group of friends and hit her before she could say a word. I had my planned all figured out I just need the right time and I knew right before school would be perfect because they would all be together. The next day as I walked into school I was shaking, but I was ready. As soon as I saw her I dropped my backpack and walked right over to her and her little group of friends. I had my fist ready to throw as soon as I got close enough. Even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I still wanted revenge and anger was running throughout my body. I got close enough and swung my fist right into her face. She turned in pain and all I saw was blood. I hit her nose and at least she got back something she gave me, but then all her friends started to close in on me again, but I was ready for them. I swung my fist around several time hitting them, giving back what they deserve. They all got back what they gave me, but I wasn’t so lucky. I felt a hand garb my shoulder, it was one person I didn’t want to see, the principle. He took me into the office I wasn’t happy about getting in trouble, but I did have a smile on my face because I got my revenge and I was happy.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."
“Hi you’ve reached Janee Richards, I can’t get to the phone now, but if you leave me a message after the tone I’ll be sure to call you back.” *Beep*
This is the 10th time I’ve called this girl today. Where is she? Once again I leave her a message with the same words.
“Hey Janie call me back when you get this message. We really need to talk about earlier.” I was about to hang up when I felt a slight pain and put the phone back to my ear. “I’m really worried please, just please call me back. It’s Ryan.” I hung up with a sigh and tossed my phone on the couch. This isn’t like her; no matter how mad at me she is she would always call back. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Leaning against the counter I opened it and took a long drink. I hung my head low trying to remember the events that took place just a few hours ago.
I just got off work and was going to surprise Janee for Valentine’s Day. She thought I had to make a delivery out to Detroit tonight, but traffic wasn’t too bad so I was able to go there and get back before 6. I bought her that teddy bear she’s been talking about for the past few months. It was big enough to fill my back seat, was white, and felt softer than a feather. I can see why she wanted it so badly now that I think about it. She was always complaining about how she wanted something bigger to snuggle with at night and it was more than a great substitute.
Within 20 minutes I was in front of her house, teddy bear next to me and roses in my hand. I knocked on her door, but didn’t get a response so I tried again. Within a few seconds I heard some shuffling and the door swung open. “Surprise Janie!” I smiled pulling her into a hug. She hugged me back and giggled loudly.
“Oh my gosh Ryan I thought you would be working.” She said with a bright smile lining her face. Oh that wonderful smile that always found a way to brighten my day. A small smile crosses my lips now thinking about it. I remember her looking behind me and seeing the teddy bear. I remember her screaming with delight and running for it, squeezing the life out of the poor thing. I remember offering to carry the bear inside for her and I remember her face getting pale.
“Oh no no no don’t worry about it. I got this.” She said pushing the bear inside.
“Oh do you now?” I asked amused raising an eyebrow at her. She nodded and gave one more push getting it through the door. “Why must you always find a way to demasculinize me woman?” I asked her faking annoyance. She laughed at me and I tried to step around her to go inside. She stepped in front of me and asked where I was going. I pointed inside with a smirk and she shook her head saying something about the great weather outside.I laughed at her craziness and walked past her to find him.
“Who’s that?” I said with all smiles away from my voice. She rushed over to me saying it wasn’t what I thought. She kept trying to convince me, but her words meant nothing. I just knew what was going on I could feel it. I could just feel it ringing, vibrating inside me. I could feel it crushing me and that’s when I messed up. I ran out the house and called an old flame. I unloaded all my pain on her. I let her know too much, I opened up when I should’ve just waited. And then it happened I got too close and of course Janie had to come in at that time.Of course she came to say she was sorry. I should’ve known it was going to happen, but no I let revenge get the best of me.
She ran out with tears running down her cheeks. She ran out with my red eyes. She ran with my heart as well and now I’m here just waiting for a call from her. A knock comes from the door and I walk over to answer.
“Hello” I say to the officer in front of me.
“Are you Ryan Anderson?” He asked his face showing so much sadness.
“Yes?” “I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your girlfriend Janee Richards got into an accident on Interstate 22 and died instantly.” I felt everything stop inside me. My breathing became ragged and my heart started to speed up. She’s dead? I can’t, I won’t! She can’t be! And at that moment my heart stopped and my life ended.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." “What do you mean?” Kylie got up and walked over to the phone that was on speaker. A tear fell down her face as she walked up closer. The speaker was very soft and you could barely hear it. Kylie looked over and saw her mom sitting on the couch and was staring at her. Her mother knew that something was wrong and she can see the terror in her eyes. Her mom quickly jumped up and grabbed her and hugged her. Everything was about to change. 2 months before “Your hair looks amazing today. What did you do to it?” Katie said as she sat down at the lunch table. Kylie felt her hair and said, “Thanks! I curled it today.” Kylie and Katie have been best friends since elementary school. They have basically grown up together. Now they are seventeen years old and they still have a strong friendship as of right now. They do everything together. Kylie sat up to go get her lunch in the lunch line. When she returned, Katie was gone. Kylie looked around for her and saw her talking to Jessica. She is another one of their friends but Kylie wasn’t too fond of her. Kylie thought she was a backstabber and everything she does bothers her. But she can’t really complain because Jessica hasn’t really done anything to her. Jessica and Katie came walking back over. Katie stood right next to her and looked down over her. Kylie looked up, “What?” she said with a smirk. Katie looked at her and said, “Why are you telling everyone about stuff I tell you. I tell you those things because I trust you. Jessica overheard you talking to Natalie about my life. What is wrong with you? You’re supposed to be my best friend.” Kylie was so shocked. She can’t believe that just happened. Katie walked away without hearing Kylie’s side of the story. Jessica was lying and she knew it. Kylie would never do that to her best friend and apparently Jessica does this a lot because she is jealous of other people’s friendships. A month went by and Katie still won’t talk to Kylie. Katie and Jessica have been becoming better friends, but Jessica can never have the type of relationship that Katie and Kylie had. Kylie decided that she was going to get revenge for what Jessica did to her. Kylie went around the school telling everyone one of Jessica’s secrets and it was bad. She felt bad about doing it, but she knew that it would teach Jessica a lesson, but it only made things worse. “What do you mean?” Kylie got up and walked over to the phone that was on speaker. A tear fell down her face as she walked up closer. The speaker was very soft and you could barely hear it. Kylie looked over and saw her mom sitting on the couch and was staring at her. Her mother knew that something was wrong and she can see the terror in her eyes. Her mom quickly jumped up and grabbed her and hugged her. “What happened sweetie?” her mom asked as she let go of the hug. “I did a very bad thing and I lost my best friend. Katie found out that I spread rumors about Jessica and now she doesn’t ever want to be my friend. It’s not fair. Why are people so mean to me and when I’m mean back, I’m still the one who gets hurt.” Kylie said sobbing. Kylie ran up to her room and locked her door and cried herself to sleep. She hurt her best friend and herself. She learned that no good comes out of seeking revenge.
“Shhh! Come. come child!” the old woman in rags whispered. She beckoned with her hands for us to fall her into the alley. Although everything about her seemed old and ragged her eyes glowed in the dim light like blue diamonds. I moved to follow her when Derek grabbed my arm pulling me back. “Kira what are you doing? How do we know that she’s not part of the Dark Circle? We have to think before we follow random people down a dark alley.” he hissed in my ear. “Derek shut up, will you? I’ve already thought about that! If she is then will take her down and bring her to the Guardians. If not than we have nothing to worry about unless you’re scared?” I smirked at him as he rolled his eyes. “Fine let’s go before we lose her.” We walked down the alley stepping over garbage and debris as the old woman kept gesturing for us to follow her. She finally stopped at the end of the alley in front of a brick wall. She turned to us smiling and clapping her hands as the wall behind her began to change. Derek pushed me behind him protectively as he drew his sword. The bricks in the wall moved right and left and all around forming an arched doorway. “Go, go!!! Before it disappears!” the woman was gesturing furiously for us to go to the wall. The doorway had a closed wooden door with thousand of gems surrounding the doorknob and white mist circling the floor in front of it. Maybe I was going crazy but something was compelling me to go through the door to the world beyond it. I stepped away from Derek to the door and paused before opening it and turned to Derek’s stunned face. “Kira what the hell are you doing??” he whispered. “I don’t know” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “But can’t you feel it. Isn’t it calling out to you?’ “No Kira and you need to come back here,NOW!” he yelled as I turned the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a blinding neon blue light, I stumbled through and fell down, down. I fell for what felt like eternity and the worst part was the blue light. The blue light never changed or dimmed so I fell with my eyes closed. As I fell I had time to think about my idiotic choice. What if I left Derek alone being attacked by the Dark Circle? What if I’m was in some sort of limbo, a trap by the Dark Ones? I was such a fool for going through the door but there I was, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Ever since their childhood, Sofia would torment Allie in every way possible; although they were cousins and should have been the best of friends, Sofia was actually quite a bully. While out playing she would be bossy and pick the games she wanted. If Allie were to fall, instead of helping her, Sofia would simply laugh and get the other kids to join in. They often fought, verbally and physically. This love-hate relationship between the girls lasted throughout their teen years as well; it did not end with time or with maturity, if anything it worsened. Everything Allie wore, Sofia would criticize and make fun of her for it. If there was a boy that Allie liked, Sofia would ensure to humiliate her in front of him and make her look bad. Allie would even purposely get Sofia in trouble with teachers and would tell on her to her parents. With time, Allie made new friends and got better acquainted with some of her other cousins. She realized how much of a bad person Sofia was and how much damage she had caused her. Allie realized that just because they were cousins, she did not have to tolerate such treatment from anyone, whether they were family or not, because it was unfair and plain out wrong. She decided to avenge herself and get back at Sofia for everything she had done to her throughout their whole lives. That Friday, the girls planned to attend a graduation party that one of the senior girls was having at her house while her parents were away. They decided to get ready at Allie’s house, since Sofia wanted to borrow one of her tops and some make-up, which allowed Allie with an opportunity to begin plotting her revenge. As Sofia did her hair, Allie made small, barely visible incisions in the shirt which were bound to tear open as Sofia danced later on. She even mixed in a sort of powdered bleach detergent into the eye shadow so that it would burn Sofia’s eyes when she applied it and switched her split end remedy cream with hair removal lotion. Allie was finally going to make Sofia pay for all she had done. As the night went on, Allie’s plan seemed to have been going great. Sofia’s eyes were burning from the bleach, her shirt had torn open and all the older guys laughed and even took pictures, and her hair was slowly falling off. Allie tried to play it cool and act like Sofia was just drunk and over dramatizing the situation, that nothing was wrong. For her final scheme, Allie slipped a hallucinogen into Sofia’s drink which was bound to make her look crazy in front of the whole crowd. However, she slipped up and somebody saw her slip the drug into the cup. He remained quiet, unsure of what was actually happening but once he saw Allie going practically mad, he called the cops and reported Allie’s crime to the authorities. Allie was charged and convicted; she faces a few months under arrest and has to pay thousands of dollars in fines. Her time in jail helped her realize that revenge was not the best solution, she learned that before embarking on such journey, she should be prepared to not only avenge herself but to also deal with the consequences of her actions afterwards, essentially building two “graves” not just one.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
ReplyDeleteIt was certain; my mind was already made up. He had to die. After what he had done to my family and the lives that were lost. Justice had to be served for the innocent; revenge had to be done for the ones that could not fight back. And who was going to enjoy not only watching it but actually physically doing the revenge? Myself, Serena Lopez. I was taught to be careful what you wish for for it may come true but I knew for a fact that I wanted something, my one desire, my one wish. Antonio Levee to be killed, in a brutal but somewhat sanitary fashion. Could anybody honestly blame me for wanting a man dead? Well yeah of course they can it’s against the law, actually it’s a threat. The point is I want him dead, no wait I want him to beg for his life like so many of my relatives did when he was about to murder them. I want him to plead for mercy until he can’t plead no more, make him think that he is given another chance at life that he is spared. Then shatter his wishes and hopes, shatter them right to the core and kill him. He has killed off so many innocent people that to think that he would be spared his life is quite the ridiculous thought. He shouldn’t be allowed to speak for the innocence, to beg in mercy since he has been the cause of so much pain. If I really wanted to be mean and fair to the killer of so many, I could always do it the brutal way, the way you often see in horror movies now a days. But ironically I’m better than that, I’m better than him. To think that I was just about to seek revenge on a killer, show him what all he has put not only me but plenty of others. But what would that really do? Make me feel better? Make the families of all the people in which they have lost happy? It would only make me just as bad as him; it would make me a cold hearted killer. I would be doing no justice except for if he decided to kill again, but who is to tell if he changes. Who is to blame one another for such actions? We all make mistakes, wrong decisions so to say. It is how we deal with them that really make a difference, how we cope. So next time you go out in the world ready to take action remember: “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."
ReplyDeleteI was shaking with anger; I couldn’t believe he would do this to me. We were so happy together and now I felt as though a part of me was missing. I’ve never felt heartbreak before and all I wanted was for it to end, with him holding me again. I woke up that morning, in no mood for make up or nice hair and definitely not in the mood for school. My mother obviously didn’t understand because she sent me to school regardless of the tears I was shedding. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe him waiting at my locker with a list of apologies a mile long. I sure as hell wasn’t expecting to see his arms wrapped around another and his lips pressed against hers. My heart shattered and dropped out of my chest. I don’t know why but I was angry when I shouldn’t have been. He dumped me but he still had every right to move on…even if I couldn’t. My reason was overshadowed by my anger and I just stood there and glared. That’s when he saw me and said, “Oh, I didn’t think you would be in school today.” Now I was even angrier because my ex-boyfriend had basically assumed I would be too much of a pathetic mess to even get up this morning. For someone, whom I had invested all my time and secrets, to think something like that of me, it hurt. It made me want to make him hurt. It ignited something inside me that I never knew I was even capable of. I wanted revenge for the hurt I was feeling and I knew just how I could get it. He had practically ripped my heart out so now I would find a way to do the same to him. The only thing I could think of that he cared about more than girls was his car and I was going to destroy it. I left school early that day and went home to find a baseball bat. My older brother followed after my dad and was a huge baseball fanatic. He gave me a range of options for bats that I could choose from. He had no idea what it was for but he helped all the same. I chose a metal bat that showed some promise when it came to force. I drove back towards the school in a rush and parked right next to his pickup truck; it would be scrap metal when I was done with it. I brought the bat up to just above my shoulder and swung with all my might. It hit my target and kept hitting my target until the thing was nothing but dents, chipped paint and broken glass. I even went as far as knocking the side-view mirrors off and planting them in the bed of the truck. I would’ve kept going too if a police car hadn’t pulled up next to me. I went through court and almost jail but I was blessed with a fine and a restraining order. Everyone looked at me like the psycho, ex-girlfriend after that. I guess next time I dig someone else’s grave, I’ll just have to be prepared to lay in mine own as well.
In a house full of kids I was always use to the yelling. Every day I remember my mother yelling about something weather it was how the house was so called dirty or whether it was me or my siblings in trouble I would always hear “the real world is going to hit you way harder than I can” but for some reason I didn’t hear her, I was listening but I didn’t hear her, until that very moment. I was laying there on the ground just thinking about my whole life. I saw everything I did in my lifetime in a matter of seconds. At that moment I didn’t know what to do. More shots were fired and then everything went black. I woke up to a white room. I didn’t know what was going on. My body felt like i was going to die. I can’t be dying I’m sitting right here. I got up and got something to drink and looked out the window. I got back in bed and sat there and thought about everything in my life. A few weeks went by and I was good to go home. I got home and thought about what happened a few weeks ago. I was still out doing the things I did before I was shot. Me getting shot was nothing, it was something at the time but now it’s nothing to be worried about it was only in my shoulder. The pain was still there but it didn’t stop me from eating and doing what I was doing. I sat on my couch and though about a few weeks before I got shot. I was on the right path, until I saw that one face that looked familiar. I knew exactly where I knew this man from and I was going to get revenge. I followed this man home and thought to myself “oh yea”. I pulled off and told myself I was going to be back just watch. I pulled up on his block a hour later and ran right to the back door I bussed in and ran right to the living room, I got in and saw blood everywhere I stopped right where the body was and just looked. I began to go through his pockets. I heard a door close so I picked my gun up, and that was the very moment I realized I did a lot of things wrong , I knew I didn’t think this through but aye it didn’t matter to me at this point . My eyes opened and everything was red. I wasn’t sure what was going on but all I know was that I was in a lot of pain and all I wanted to do was be home. I’ve had dreams like this before but this time I wasn’t sure if it was a dream or real life. Well I knew it was real but I guess I just wanted it to be a dream so bad. All I could do is think about my mother and family. At that moment something all I could think about was when my mother used to say “the real world is going to hit you way harder than I can” but that’s when it clicked I because before she would say that she would always say something under her breath but I was never sure what it was. I always heard it but I never really took the time to pay attention now I finally realize she would always say “before you embark on a journey of revenge you better dig two graves”, but damn I guess it was to late.
ReplyDelete“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." This quote is not just a quote, but it is a lesson to learn in life. Revenge will never be something you should focus on. It is an ugly thing to do and it gets you absolutely nowhere. This quote is trying to explain all of that. It is saying that if you plan on getting revenge on someone, you may as well dig two graves because while you are trying to kill them, you will stress yourself out over something so meaningless that you will want to kill yourself as well. That is what revenge does to people. It eats away at them and gets under their skin so much that it drives them crazy. That is why they say to dig a second grave for yourself as well. People waste their time when they get all caught up in revenge or payback. Instead of being mature and looking past whatever happened and letting it be, they have to retaliate. They can never just let it go, or forget about it. It is usually never as serious as some people make it seem either. Something so minute, they make seem like the world is ending and it does not make sense. I always wonder if people ever consider why someone did what they did to them in the first place. Maybe they had a legit, valid reason. Or maybe they were mistaken and got mixed up with facts or details. Or maybe they were just mad at you because of how you are doing. If you are successful and if you have a good life, people will hate you for that because they do not have what you have. They are disappointed with their lives so in order to compensate with that, they must make someone else feel like they are less, or that whatever it is that they accomplished means nothing. Often times if someone is trying to tear you down, it only means that you are above them. People just get so mad at who you are, when they are the only ones responsible for their life and how it turns out. Like I said, they get mad at your success, or the life you have been given. I understand that some people do not have everything that others have. Some are not as fortunate to have certain things and they think that just because that is the case, then it is okay to make their life miserable, when in fact, you can make something out of nothing. You can take all of the negatives in your life and turn them into positives. It is all about your determination to be successful.
ReplyDeleteYou would think that after high school all drama would finally be over. Not that I was ever in much of it. Apparently my perception was wrong, drama never really ended. Even after all the bullying workshops we had at school, I had never really had to witness anything too horrible. I myself had been made fun of when I was in elementary school. Kids had criticized my voice and I was honestly conscious and embarrassed of it throughout my whole life because of them, but I didn’t let it affect me anymore than that. When I was younger my mom would tell me how mean the people at her jobs were, but I didn’t pay much attention to her. When I was older, she would still be dealing with problems.
ReplyDelete“They’re just jealous,” my mom would say, “They’re mad that I work in a bigger area.”
But that didn’t give them the right to bully her. I was surprised when she told me about a particular woman. She was asking another worker for a flash drive, because he was busy and because my mom was also in charge of them, he told the woman to ask my mom.
She responded by saying, “Ew, her? Gross!” and she simply left. The woman had said this in front of my mom’s face, and had even made a disgusted face toward her. My mom had never done anything to this woman, and she recalled how rude she had been when she had been assigned to train my mom on her first days on the job.
I felt angered when my mom told me this. How can a grownup be so immature? I wished there were something to do to get back at the woman. My mom confessed that she had felt the same desire for revenge, but soon regretted it and didn’t even want to bring attention to herself. My mom feared that if the woman was so cruel without my mom doing anything to her, she would be capable of much more harm. My mom told me she honestly thought the woman would pop her tires or scratch her car, which was why she tried parking in the view of the parking lot’s camera at work.
I didn’t know what to say to make my mom feel better, but she’s a strong woman, she told me she was so mad at the moment it happened that she felt like crying, but she knew she couldn’t let her get to her. I told my mom to take me to work, maybe I’d be able to get my own revenge on the woman on “bring your child to work day”.
My mom laughed at the idea, she said, “I would love for you to go, I would want everyone to meet you, but I’m afraid the woman would be even more jealous when she sees you.”
I told my mom my plan for revenge. Since I wasn’t so young anymore, I had to be more careful than a thoughtless kid who could distract anyone and cause them to do something wrong. Rather, I said I would casually walk by the woman’s working area, and “trip”, preferably over the computer cables so that all her data and work for that day would be erased.
But my mom didn’t like my plan, she said, “Don’t think like that, you wouldn’t be doing the right thing. Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Although I wanted to protect my mom and stand up for her, she was right, trying to get revenge wasn’t the answer and it wouldn’t solve anything. Instead, I just had to be there to support her.
They say an eye for an eye makes the world go blind, but to put it simply, I think that’s stupid. And when people say that revenge won’t make you feel better, they’re just plain wrong.
ReplyDeleteLet’s take for example the movie, An Eye For an Eye. In this movie a woman is on the phone with her daughter while she’s out running errands. When her daughter answers the door for someone a man forces his way into the house, rapes and kills her daughter, and the whole time this woman has to listen to it all happening over the phone, and she can’t do a thing to stop it.
The man is caught, but he is let go because they have no way to prove that it’s him. Before he leaves the court room he says something to the mother that confirms that he was her daughter’s killer.
The woman then spends the rest of the movie plotting to kill this man, and in the end she gets him. Did killing this man bring her daughter back? Absolutely not, don’t be silly. But did it give her some piece of mind? If you think it didn’t, then you’re wrong, end of story. She looked him in the eye when she shot him, he knew it was her and he knew why she was doing it. There was, without a doubt in my mind, a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.
Now let’s hold on a second. Maybe you’re thinking that it still doesn’t make her feel any better, that getting revenge did absolutely nothing to help this woman. Put yourself in her shoes for a minute and imagine what it must have felt like to hear a loved one in trouble, being tortured and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. Every night you can hear it replaying in your head, and the man that did it is walking free. Even if it doesn’t make you feel better that he’s dead, wouldn’t it help you sleep at night to know that he got what he deserved?
That was one extreme case, but revenge is necessary in a million different scenarios. Sometimes it’s just plain wrong to let someone get away with something they’ve done. Whether it’s about achieving some piece of mind, or about setting a person straight, sometimes an eye for an eye just makes everyone even.
Jerry was fifteen years old when his mother was killed in front of him. Jerry had no siblings and his father left him when he was just a couple years old. Jerry was sitting in his living room when he heard his mother and a man having a heated argument. Jerry walked through the kitchen door to see his mother get shot in the heart. Jerry quietly left the kitchen and called the cops and ran for help. When Jerry returned to the scene he saw that the man was no longer there. Every night from there on Jerry would see the same man in his dreams shooting his mother again and again. It came to a point when he was about twenty years of age he decided to take action. Jerry never wanted any help and thought that he could handle the problem on his own. Jerry went out to eat with his friends and he told Tom that he wanted to do something that would change his life.
ReplyDelete“I know where the guy that killed my mom lives. I KNOW WHERE HE LIVES! Someone found out where he lives and they told me. It’s about an hour from here. I was thinking about taking action into my own hands then wait around and let Karma get him. It’s been five years and I can’t forgive or forget. Tom tell me that my state of mind is correct. Tell me that I’m not crazy for wanting to take action.” Jerry told him.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. These are wise words that I once heard my grandfather use. I don’t want you to make a mistake and then Karma will come back and get you.” Tom told Jerry.
“Your right Tom, I should just forgive and forget. Wow it’s already seven o’clock time flies quickly I need to go. I will see you tomorrow. Thanks for everything Tom.” Jerry told Tom with a straight face.
Jerry got up and left the money for his plate on the table. He looked at Tom and they both exchanged smiles. Jerry went in his car and he went straight to his house. He looked on his phone at a text that one of his friends texted him; it was an address. Jerry got dressed in all black. He looked through his drawers and found his gun. He put it in his pants and he put on a black jacket on top. Jerry went downstairs and made himself a sandwich. While he was eating he looked at his phone and stared straight into the soul of the address. He finished his food and went to his car. He got comfortable and put on rock music. He blasted the music and put the address in the GPS. He looked onto the street determined to end someone’s life. It took an hour of Jerry and pure concentration on the road. Jerry then reached to the house to see a man opening up the door. Jerry turned off his car and got out and starred at the man. The man walked in and the door behind him was slowly was closing. This was Jerry’s time to go in and strike. Jerry made it right before the door closed and he slid his way through. Jerry then looked straight to see that there was a man in the kitchen. Jerry slowly slipped through and walked up behind the man without letting the man know.
“I will kill you for killing my mother.” Jerry said.
With those words Jerry shot the man in the back twice. Jerry then quickly ran out without a word to be said. Jerry then woke up to about fifty text messages. His friend sent him a link to a website. They found the man dead in his house and said that the man used to be a famous actor who was just visiting his home town. His friend apologized because he sent Jerry the wrong address to the man’s house. Jerry quickly got up and flushed his phone down the toilet. He then looked out the window to see that it was raining. He put on his shoes and left his house. He decided to go for a drive. Then he reached a forest and he walked deep inside the forest. Jerry looked up to the sky to hear thunder. He looked straight ahead and put the gun to his stomach. Right when he was about to pull the trigger the thunder came with anger and rage. There laid his dead wet body with his eyes wide open looking up into the sky. This was the exact face his mother had when she died.
“What happened to you two? You look a lot…older?”
ReplyDeleteGavin laughed as he stood up and left the spit. “Well that’s what happens after a couple years, Damian.”
Damian’s jaw dropped. Did he say years? “Did you say years?”
“Yes.” Isaac said flatly as he sat, cross legged next to the fire.
“Really only a little more than one, though. Gavin going through puberty and getting military decorations aren’t the only things that happened while you were out.” Seeing that Damian was all ears, he went on. “The Dominion and Syndicate are in the past. Well, their struggle against only each other is in the past. Now things have gotten absurd. A third group, extremists that were originally part of the Syndicate but were more interested in completely wiping out the population of mages, popped up. They weren’t just interested in killing Dominion soldiers, but civilians with magical powers as well. They’d brought it up in a conference and we shot them down. They responded by grouping up during the night, stealing half of our armory and sneaking away.”
“That was when we rescued you from your prison. They were going to do everything they could to get to you and murder you. Everything’s changed since you were last awake. The Syndicate that we knew isn’t an organized rebellion anymore, its scattered cells that survived the rise of the Rising Sun, the extremists that left the Syndicate. We’ve struggled to stay in contact with the other cells, raiding for supplies but unable to move because we couldn’t move you.”
“Hang on a second,” Damian interrupted, suddenly snapped out of the history lesson he was getting, “why couldn’t you just go on without me? If it’s been more than a year, I would’ve assumed that I was dead. You guys hate mages anyway, why not just let those guys have me and join them?”
“You’re more important than you think you are, Damian. You came to us looking for peace, and we took advantage of that. I was wrong to do that to you and I’m sorry. It made me realize that the Syndicate was different. We didn’t want the world rid of mages, we just wanted equality. If I was given the opportunity to kill their leader or their entire army, I’d kill their leader and leave the others to repent and rejoin society. That’s where we and the Rising Sun are different.”
Damian was stunned. He hadn’t expected such a revelation from the man who’d kept him hostage and beat him personally for god only knew how long. He was almost positive that Isaac would have killed Damian once his usefulness had run out, or technically when he found out that Damian would be no use at all. Maybe Isaac just wore a façade those days, maybe he truly did regret everything he’d done to Damian. Maybe he was just doing what he had to to protect the people he cared about.
“I see…” Damian rejoined the conversation timidly, “So what are we doing now?”
There is really nothing Becky can do now. He left her for another girl and she wasn’t exactly sure what to do besides cry. She sat on her couch in disbelief. For ten years, she thought that she was with the man of her dreams but for the past year, he has had a girlfriend on the side. Becky didn’t know anything about this girl or any details on their relationship but the relationship must be serious if he would leave his girlfriend of ten years.
ReplyDeleteAnger built up inside of her and she had to get out of the house. She drove around for a while and decided to pass his house to creep on him. When Becky passed she saw him and his new girlfriend sitting on the porch. She couldn’t see the girls face because she was turned the other way. As soon as the girl turned to face the car, Becky’s heart dropped. She couldn’t believe her eyes. The new girlfriend her boyfriend of ten years left her for was her best friend, Angela. She was so angry and upset, her face turned bright red. She got out of her car and walked up to Angela. When Angela noticed Becky standing there, she didn’t know what to do. She punched Angela hard in the jaw and pushed her to the ground. When she got on her to continue punching her, her ex-boyfriend got her off and held her down. When Angela got up, Becky spit in her face. Becky couldn’t believe she could be one of those crazy ex-girlfriends that fight someone. Her heart was pumping and she actually felt good about what she did.
The cops show up not to long after and Becky immediately get put in the back of a police car. She was a straight A student who never got in trouble with cops, not even my parents. She felt different. She felt bad ass. She liked this feeling. She definitely deserved what she got and she couldn’t help but to smile. She didn’t care that her parents were going to kill her as soon as she get home or that she will have something on her record because she had to get revenge. She didn’t plan on doing that but when she saw who she thought was my best friend with my boyfriend, she couldn’t stop herself. She was angry but she felt good about herself.
Once upon a time, not that long ago, lived a happily married couple. A family you could say. A mother, father and two twin sisters. They were very wealthy and generous. They lived in an extremely large house and they had two little dogs, one for each of the sisters. "Ringgggg" Kayla slapped her alarm clock as is bugged her to awake. She slid out of bed and ran to the bathroom. "Today's the big day" she thought to herself. "Kylaaaaa?!" Yelled Kayla, wake up. It's our big day. "Our?!" Kyla asked, "Did you forget we're enemies for the day?" She added. "You're going against me in the election, don't talk to me today!" Kayla looked at her in disgust. "How could you let some stupid election come between us?" She replied. "Oh Kayla, Kyla, stop arguing!" Groaned their mother. "Hurry up and get ready before you guys are late for school" she added. An hour later... Everyone was dressed and ready to head out the door. As the girls raced to school, Kyla was thinking of was to get revenge towards Kayla for running against her. "Maybe I should rip up her speech, or even better! Maybe I should trap her in the janitor’s closet so that she won't be able to present her speech." Kyla was indecisive, she'll think of something sooner or later. Time to present.. It was Kayla's turn to present her speech. "Kayla Stephens" please present your speech. Announced Mrs. Jones, she repeated herself. No sign of Kayla. "Aha hahaha!" Kyla laughed. Miss Stephens “yelled Mrs. Jones "is there something that I should know?" She added. "Well," Kyla started... "I locked Kayla in the janitor’s closet so that she wouldn't be able to present her speech because I wanted to win" she explained. “Now Kyla!” Mrs. Jones screeched, “What has gotten into you? Did you not read the student’s manual?” She asked. Mrs. Jones opened her student manual and turned to the page that had instructions for students running for president. It read “if any student that’s running for president does anything to the other candidates in any way shape or form as so they won’t be able to present their speech that student will be eliminated.” Kyla gasped, “I guess I wanted to win so bad I didn’t care about the rules.” Kyla informed. “I’m so disgusted with myself!” she added. Well Kyla, which janitor’s closet is she in?” Mrs. Jones hollered. “The one by the girl’s bathroom on the second floor” Kyla concluded. As Kyla and Mrs. Jones walked to get Kayla out of the closet Mrs. Jones kept going on and on about how wrong Kyla’s actions were. “Bang bang bang!” They heard from the closet. While Mrs. Jones was opening the closet, she explained to Kayla how she couldn’t present her speech because it was too late. Mrs. Jones turned to Kyla and stated “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Kyla had no idea what she meant by it, but she knew the words would help her in the future.
ReplyDeleteShe was just a girl that was being played by a boy that she never expected it from. Now a day that was just the normal. It would happen to the best of us. However this girl was done with the crying. She was done with letting him get to her. She was going flip the game. She realized what was happening here, she wasn’t going to let him get the best of her. It was time for him to get a taste of his own medicine. He knew what he was doing to her and he didn’t care. It was time for her to be tough and treat him exactly the same way he did her. Playing him out wasn’t going to be the easiest thing but she was going to do it. She was to stop at nothing to get to him. It was time for him to see how it feels. To feel so hopeless, and useless to a person, but then to feel like you mean the world to them. Feelings that go up and down like that drive one insane. It’s time for him to be insane.
ReplyDeleteHer plan was now in action. She could tell that she had him right where she needed him. He was in the palm of her hand. Telling her how much he regretted what he did and that this time it would be different. When he said it she was able to tell that he truly meant it this time around. Just a couple more weeks and her plan well be set on attack. He won’t see it coming at all. He will be so devastated. And she can’t wait for that. He will be heartbroken and just upset with himself because he didn’t see it coming. This was perfect; she couldn’t wait to strike him. She would feel so accomplished when she does.
It was the complete opposite. After she succeeded her plan she felt like crap. She found a sense of heart and caught feelings. She felt horrible for what she was doing to him. It was too late now. It didn’t matter how she felt. She didn’t win here. With the feeling she now felt she was back to the start. She thought this would make it all better, but no it just made everything worse. They were both now at the bottom and they both deserved it. If she were to just leave him alone karma would come around and take care of it. However she tried to fill in karmas place. She went and tried to put out fire with fire. It alone brought her down with him. And lead to a bigger fire.
(Big House continued...)
ReplyDelete“Diane,” she took a deep breath and continued shakily. “I saw you that day—when we were fifteen years old. We had gone to visit Grandma at the hospital. She was dying and it was likely the last time we’d ever see her alive. And you—you snuck off at some point when we were in the waiting room. I thought you were going to grab a snack so I followed, but you made a right instead of a left—”
—Oh, God, I thought. She couldn’t possibly have seen that. I was speechless but she evidently was not. Just to my horrification, she continued.
“And then—” She struggled to finish the story. There was no doubt in my mind that she saw it happen. Lisa knew about my secret—my tendencies and my cruelties. Unwilling to resume beating, my heart caught in my chest.
“You walked into a random room with only a patient sleeping inside, and you stuck an empty syringe into their jugular vein. That old man died, Diane. I saw you kill him.” She emphasized the words, ‘died,’ and, ’kill’ as if she were teaching a bunch of first-graders how to read.
I stared at her in utter shock of the confrontation; and for a brief moment I felt something—shame, embarrassment, perhaps. It definitely wasn’t guilt, but I will say that getting caught by my sister was not the most joyous moment in my life.
“And worst of all,” she continued, “you seemed totally unphased by it all. You treated it so normally, so casually, that I couldn’t help but think it wasn’t the first time.” She looked at me with pearly eyes, expecting me to tell her something—maybe that it was an accident or that I had been sleepwalking; but I just stared at her, my face sinking into my head. It almost felt like a twinge of remorse, although I don’t do remorse. It’s not an emotion with which I am well acquainted, if you can understand that.
I guess I was standing there mute for a while because Lisa’s voice came out of nowhere.
“Aren’t you going to say something? Deny it maybe?”
ReplyDeleteI snapped back into focus and answered. “After what you saw, you’d never accept anything other than a confession. What’s the point in trying to deny it, Lisa? You’re a goddamned Nancy Grace.” Yes, I was aware that sarcasm was not the best play at that point, but I was cornered and my options were few.
She narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re right, Diane. I watched you do it and since you haven’t even tried to defend yourself, I think I have my answer.” She turned away for a moment and then back towards me, her face and thoughts recomposed. Whereas before she was upset, she was now noticeably enraged.
“Do you have any idea what it’s like to live with that information? I should have reported your psychopath ass because the thing is, I still don’t trust you. How do I know you haven’t done it again? I mean, who does something like that? I’ll tell you who: one who has serious psychological problems. You’re a freaking lunatic, Diane!” She continued on this rant for a while. I zoned out for most of it but I was able to pick up some phrases along the way, such as, “deranged pyscho,” “disgusting monster,” “like Jack Nicholson in that movie.” I mean, come on. It’s a classic movie. At least know the name if you’re going to reference it, Lisa. In case you’re not familiar with the movie she referred to, it’s “The Shining.”
Revenge is what he thought he wanted but it didn’t quite work out like he expected. John was mad at his wife Heather for going to dinner with a male coworker. She told him that nothing happened but he didn’t believe her. John was furious at his wife for what she had done to him so he decided to get her back. He didn’t like her lying to him and he wanted her to feel that way. Often revenge is the action of inflicting hurt or harm on someone for an injury or wrong suffered at their hands, and this is exactly what John planned to do to Heather. John was very close to one of his female coworkers named Cindy. John and Cindy’s relationship was not as innocent as everyone thought. John decided to take their relationship as just coworkers to more than that. He wanted to show his wife that if she wanted to sneak around he could too. The only difference was Heather wasn’t cheating on her husband.
ReplyDeleteJohn and Cindy’s secret relationship was working out nicely. John’s wife had no idea, not yet at least. John was having the time of his life; revenge was working out great for him. John and Cindy planned a romantic evening; everything was going well when Cindy told John that she was pregnant with his child. John was outraged and straight up told Cindy that he doesn’t love her and doesn’t want to have a baby with her; he is married and was just using her to get back and his wife. After saying this he stormed out of the restaurant, leaving Cindy there confused, angry and devastated.
John drove home are fast as he could after stopping at the flower store, he wanted to apologize to his wife and try to fix everything since his plan didn’t work out. John didn’t take in to account that something could go wrong in his plan. When John walked in to the door he saw Cindy standing over his wife and the floor was covered in blood.
Cindy said, “If I can’t have you neither can she.”
John tried to grab the phone to call the police but Cindy shot him before he could.
John’s plan of revenge didn’t end the way he thought. He just wanted to get back at his wife but ended up getting them both killed. Revenge never ends well. Passion takes over and gets the best of you and in this case revenge got the best of John. Cindy got away with a double murder and fled the country and raised her baby without any suspicions .
He always told me that his apologies were sincere and eventually I began to believe it. He hurt me so much but I figured that I loved him…the best was to let it all go. I opened up my arms and took him back in. I was still uneasy about the whole situation though. I just found it so unfair how easily he had it all back; even after all the damage he had caused me. He made a mistake that marked me forever and to be frank, as much as he begged and even after all the gifts and roses—to believe in him became impossible for me. Everyone would tell me, “He definitely learned his lesson. Take him back; he loves you so much.” They failed to realize how I felt though. It was unfair to me that he never felt what he made me feel and I convinced myself that I was only being stupid for taking him back after what he did. Everyone makes mistakes but I have not made one and I know mistakes are not supposed to be done on purpose but I convinced myself to break that rule. Throughout the relationship I began doing unnecessary things that I knew would tick him off but after all, he should be thankful I even took him back, so he should bear with me…right? He passed all those childish tests. He knew things were not going to get back to normal that easily. He never figured out that I did those things to see if he really loved me; his conscience just persuaded him to please me I guess. One day I was going through my journal and I was reading my excerpts that I wrote during my time of “heartbreak”. Remembering all those endless emotions made re-live the bad experience and brought me to tears. It was then that I realized that I never really brought myself to forgive him—at least not thoroughly. I had to get revenge one way or another. I was totally convinced that revenge was the only way that I could completely close up that chapter of my life. I needed to hurt this kid so much and on paper it all seemed so perfect. He would comprehend what I went through, feel what he made me feel and this would make him appreciate me and value me even more than he claimed to appreciate and value me at the moment. This would be the only way I would accept taking him back and according to me, this was the only possible way that everything could eventually get back to normal. I shared this with my best friend and told her my plan. I would randomly break up with him and pretend that I’m into some other guy. If he actually loves me, he would cry and beg for me, but most importantly—he would suffer. She tried in all the ways to make me change my mind. Once she realized that nothing could change my mind she told me, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.” Eventually I learned what this meant. I did was I planned to do and I end up losing the most. When I broke up with him he said that at least he did everything in his hands to try to make it all work. He wished me the best in everything that I decided from that day on to do. I expected him to come back chasing after me like before, but he didn’t. Eventually he found another girl and I told myself that I had now lost him forever. Once in a while, I’ll still get the “he still suffers” rumors, but I can assure you that out of the both of us, I suffer the most.
ReplyDelete“I am going to get him back.” Jake told his best friend Pedro.
ReplyDelete“Wait but Jake revenge is not the answer.” Pedro replied.
“Oh in this case it is, I am going to kill him. Follow me I am going to the woods to dig his grave.” Jake proclaimed.
“Okay I will go with you, but when we are over there dig two graves.” Pedro mumbled to Jake.
“What? Why would I dig two graves?” Jake questioned.
“You never know. Anything can happen to the first grave while you go to your long journey of revenge.” Pedro said.
“...Yeah you are right. Good thinking. This is why you are my best friend.” Jake hesitantly said. Jake begins to look for the one he wants to kill. Little did he know that revenge is never the right thing to do. His best friend Pedro tried to warn him but his mind filled with anger clouded his vision on what was the best way to get back at his nemesis. While he was on his journey to revenge he met a very wise man. The wise man stopped him to ask him why he looked so angered. Therefore Jake responded, “I am looking for someone and I want to get him back for what he did.”
“What did he do?” asked the wise man.
“Well um I do not want say.” Jake mumbled.
“But why? Is it not important?” the wise man questioned.
“Well how would you know? You do not know anything about me. I know what I am doing.” Jake answered.
“Well, remember to dig two graves.” The wise man said and vanished. Jake was deep in thought why would that weird old man tell me the same thing Pedro said? But of course they both are weird and expect strange things to happen. Some more time passed and Jake finally found his nemesis and killed him. Jake began to head home with the dead body and when he got to the woods where he dug the two graves he threw the dead guy in one and was about to bury the guy he remembered he left the shovel in his car so he set forth to his car. While he walked back from the car the daylight was gone and he heard bats flying around and Jake was panicking so he began to run when all of a sudden he tripped on a rock and dived head first into the second grave. The next day Pedro decided to walk by the woods to see if jakes job was done. It was done but the job took Jake too. Pedro had two bodies to bury that day and he would never forget the saying, “Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves.”
Siting there thinking about things, walking back and forth in my room, thinking of my revenge. I was filled with anger. Dry blood under my nose, my own blood all over my top, my eyes puffy from crying, and a black circle slowly is forming around my right eye, and all I feel is pain. All they walked away with was bloody hands, from me, it was my blood. They didn’t even get into trouble for it. They laughed as they left me laying there in pain bleeding and trying to hold tears back, but it was to hard to because the pain was too much to handle. All I wanted was revenge; I wanted sweet revenge for what they did to me. I wanted them much worse than I was. As I walked back and forth I thought and I thought for a long time how I was going to get them back. I wanted to go to school the next day and walk right up to them and hit them all, but I knew I was too weak to, but then I thought. If I get the courage to do it then I can, it doesn’t matter how weak I am as long as I get a shot in I’ll be happy. That night I planned how I was going to approach them. I figured it would be worse if I said something as I walked up, so I figured I would strongly walk up to her and her group of friends and hit her before she could say a word. I had my planned all figured out I just need the right time and I knew right before school would be perfect because they would all be together. The next day as I walked into school I was shaking, but I was ready. As soon as I saw her I dropped my backpack and walked right over to her and her little group of friends. I had my fist ready to throw as soon as I got close enough. Even though I didn’t know what I was doing, I still wanted revenge and anger was running throughout my body. I got close enough and swung my fist right into her face. She turned in pain and all I saw was blood. I hit her nose and at least she got back something she gave me, but then all her friends started to close in on me again, but I was ready for them. I swung my fist around several time hitting them, giving back what they deserve. They all got back what they gave me, but I wasn’t so lucky. I felt a hand garb my shoulder, it was one person I didn’t want to see, the principle. He took me into the office I wasn’t happy about getting in trouble, but I did have a smile on my face because I got my revenge and I was happy.
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“Hi you’ve reached Janee Richards, I can’t get to the phone now, but if you leave me a message after the tone I’ll be sure to call you back.” *Beep*
This is the 10th time I’ve called this girl today. Where is she? Once again I leave her a message with the same words.
“Hey Janie call me back when you get this message. We really need to talk about earlier.” I was about to hang up when I felt a slight pain and put the phone back to my ear. “I’m really worried please, just please call me back. It’s Ryan.” I hung up with a sigh and tossed my phone on the couch. This isn’t like her; no matter how mad at me she is she would always call back. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer. Leaning against the counter I opened it and took a long drink. I hung my head low trying to remember the events that took place just a few hours ago.
I just got off work and was going to surprise Janee for Valentine’s Day. She thought I had to make a delivery out to Detroit tonight, but traffic wasn’t too bad so I was able to go there and get back before 6. I bought her that teddy bear she’s been talking about for the past few months. It was big enough to fill my back seat, was white, and felt softer than a feather. I can see why she wanted it so badly now that I think about it. She was always complaining about how she wanted something bigger to snuggle with at night and it was more than a great substitute.
Within 20 minutes I was in front of her house, teddy bear next to me and roses in my hand. I knocked on her door, but didn’t get a response so I tried again. Within a few seconds I heard some shuffling and the door swung open. “Surprise Janie!” I smiled pulling her into a hug. She hugged me back and giggled loudly.
“Oh my gosh Ryan I thought you would be working.” She said with a bright smile lining her face. Oh that wonderful smile that always found a way to brighten my day. A small smile crosses my lips now thinking about it. I remember her looking behind me and seeing the teddy bear. I remember her screaming with delight and running for it, squeezing the life out of the poor thing. I remember offering to carry the bear inside for her and I remember her face getting pale.
“Oh no no no don’t worry about it. I got this.” She said pushing the bear inside.
Delete“Oh do you now?” I asked amused raising an eyebrow at her. She nodded and gave one more push getting it through the door. “Why must you always find a way to demasculinize me woman?” I asked her faking annoyance. She laughed at me and I tried to step around her to go inside. She stepped in front of me and asked where I was going. I pointed inside with a smirk and she shook her head saying something about the great weather outside.I laughed at her craziness and walked past her to find him.
“Who’s that?” I said with all smiles away from my voice. She rushed over to me saying it wasn’t what I thought. She kept trying to convince me, but her words meant nothing. I just knew what was going on I could feel it. I could just feel it ringing, vibrating inside me. I could feel it crushing me and that’s when I messed up. I ran out the house and called an old flame. I unloaded all my pain on her. I let her know too much, I opened up when I should’ve just waited. And then it happened I got too close and of course Janie had to come in at that time.Of course she came to say she was sorry. I should’ve known it was going to happen, but no I let revenge get the best of me.
She ran out with tears running down her cheeks. She ran out with my red eyes. She ran with my heart as well and now I’m here just waiting for a call from her. A knock comes from the door and I walk over to answer.
“Hello” I say to the officer in front of me.
“Are you Ryan Anderson?” He asked his face showing so much sadness.
“Yes?”
“I’m sorry to be the one to tell you this, but your girlfriend Janee Richards got into an accident on Interstate 22 and died instantly.” I felt everything stop inside me. My breathing became ragged and my heart started to speed up. She’s dead? I can’t, I won’t! She can’t be! And at that moment my heart stopped and my life ended.
“Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves."
ReplyDelete“What do you mean?” Kylie got up and walked over to the phone that was on speaker. A tear fell down her face as she walked up closer. The speaker was very soft and you could barely hear it. Kylie looked over and saw her mom sitting on the couch and was staring at her. Her mother knew that something was wrong and she can see the terror in her eyes. Her mom quickly jumped up and grabbed her and hugged her. Everything was about to change.
2 months before
“Your hair looks amazing today. What did you do to it?” Katie said as she sat down at the lunch table. Kylie felt her hair and said, “Thanks! I curled it today.”
Kylie and Katie have been best friends since elementary school. They have basically grown up together. Now they are seventeen years old and they still have a strong friendship as of right now. They do everything together.
Kylie sat up to go get her lunch in the lunch line. When she returned, Katie was gone. Kylie looked around for her and saw her talking to Jessica. She is another one of their friends but Kylie wasn’t too fond of her. Kylie thought she was a backstabber and everything she does bothers her. But she can’t really complain because Jessica hasn’t really done anything to her.
Jessica and Katie came walking back over. Katie stood right next to her and looked down over her. Kylie looked up, “What?” she said with a smirk.
Katie looked at her and said, “Why are you telling everyone about stuff I tell you. I tell you those things because I trust you. Jessica overheard you talking to Natalie about my life. What is wrong with you? You’re supposed to be my best friend.”
Kylie was so shocked. She can’t believe that just happened. Katie walked away without hearing Kylie’s side of the story. Jessica was lying and she knew it. Kylie would never do that to her best friend and apparently Jessica does this a lot because she is jealous of other people’s friendships.
A month went by and Katie still won’t talk to Kylie. Katie and Jessica have been becoming better friends, but Jessica can never have the type of relationship that Katie and Kylie had. Kylie decided that she was going to get revenge for what Jessica did to her. Kylie went around the school telling everyone one of Jessica’s secrets and it was bad. She felt bad about doing it, but she knew that it would teach Jessica a lesson, but it only made things worse.
“What do you mean?” Kylie got up and walked over to the phone that was on speaker. A tear fell down her face as she walked up closer. The speaker was very soft and you could barely hear it. Kylie looked over and saw her mom sitting on the couch and was staring at her. Her mother knew that something was wrong and she can see the terror in her eyes. Her mom quickly jumped up and grabbed her and hugged her. “What happened sweetie?” her mom asked as she let go of the hug.
“I did a very bad thing and I lost my best friend. Katie found out that I spread rumors about Jessica and now she doesn’t ever want to be my friend. It’s not fair. Why are people so mean to me and when I’m mean back, I’m still the one who gets hurt.” Kylie said sobbing. Kylie ran up to her room and locked her door and cried herself to sleep. She hurt her best friend and herself. She learned that no good comes out of seeking revenge.
“Shhh! Come. come child!” the old woman in rags whispered. She beckoned with her hands for us to fall her into the alley. Although everything about her seemed old and ragged her eyes glowed in the dim light like blue diamonds. I moved to follow her when Derek grabbed my arm pulling me back.
ReplyDelete“Kira what are you doing? How do we know that she’s not part of the Dark Circle? We have to think before we follow random people down a dark alley.” he hissed in my ear.
“Derek shut up, will you? I’ve already thought about that! If she is then will take her down and bring her to the Guardians. If not than we have nothing to worry about unless you’re scared?” I smirked at him as he rolled his eyes.
“Fine let’s go before we lose her.”
We walked down the alley stepping over garbage and debris as the old woman kept gesturing for us to follow her. She finally stopped at the end of the alley in front of a brick wall. She turned to us smiling and clapping her hands as the wall behind her began to change. Derek pushed me behind him protectively as he drew his sword. The bricks in the wall moved right and left and all around forming an arched doorway.
“Go, go!!! Before it disappears!” the woman was gesturing furiously for us to go to the wall. The doorway had a closed wooden door with thousand of gems surrounding the doorknob and white mist circling the floor in front of it. Maybe I was going crazy but something was compelling me to go through the door to the world beyond it. I stepped away from Derek to the door and paused before opening it and turned to Derek’s stunned face.
“Kira what the hell are you doing??” he whispered.
“I don’t know” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, “But can’t you feel it. Isn’t it calling out to you?’
“No Kira and you need to come back here,NOW!” he yelled as I turned the doorknob. The door opened to reveal a blinding neon blue light, I stumbled through and fell down, down. I fell for what felt like eternity and the worst part was the blue light. The blue light never changed or dimmed so I fell with my eyes closed. As I fell I had time to think about my idiotic choice. What if I left Derek alone being attacked by the Dark Circle? What if I’m was in some sort of limbo, a trap by the Dark Ones? I was such a fool for going through the door but there I was, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Ever since their childhood, Sofia would torment Allie in every way possible; although they were cousins and should have been the best of friends, Sofia was actually quite a bully. While out playing she would be bossy and pick the games she wanted. If Allie were to fall, instead of helping her, Sofia would simply laugh and get the other kids to join in. They often fought, verbally and physically. This love-hate relationship between the girls lasted throughout their teen years as well; it did not end with time or with maturity, if anything it worsened. Everything Allie wore, Sofia would criticize and make fun of her for it. If there was a boy that Allie liked, Sofia would ensure to humiliate her in front of him and make her look bad. Allie would even purposely get Sofia in trouble with teachers and would tell on her to her parents.
ReplyDeleteWith time, Allie made new friends and got better acquainted with some of her other cousins. She realized how much of a bad person Sofia was and how much damage she had caused her. Allie realized that just because they were cousins, she did not have to tolerate such treatment from anyone, whether they were family or not, because it was unfair and plain out wrong. She decided to avenge herself and get back at Sofia for everything she had done to her throughout their whole lives.
That Friday, the girls planned to attend a graduation party that one of the senior girls was having at her house while her parents were away. They decided to get ready at Allie’s house, since Sofia wanted to borrow one of her tops and some make-up, which allowed Allie with an opportunity to begin plotting her revenge. As Sofia did her hair, Allie made small, barely visible incisions in the shirt which were bound to tear open as Sofia danced later on. She even mixed in a sort of powdered bleach detergent into the eye shadow so that it would burn Sofia’s eyes when she applied it and switched her split end remedy cream with hair removal lotion. Allie was finally going to make Sofia pay for all she had done.
As the night went on, Allie’s plan seemed to have been going great. Sofia’s eyes were burning from the bleach, her shirt had torn open and all the older guys laughed and even took pictures, and her hair was slowly falling off. Allie tried to play it cool and act like Sofia was just drunk and over dramatizing the situation, that nothing was wrong.
For her final scheme, Allie slipped a hallucinogen into Sofia’s drink which was bound to make her look crazy in front of the whole crowd. However, she slipped up and somebody saw her slip the drug into the cup. He remained quiet, unsure of what was actually happening but once he saw Allie going practically mad, he called the cops and reported Allie’s crime to the authorities.
Allie was charged and convicted; she faces a few months under arrest and has to pay thousands of dollars in fines. Her time in jail helped her realize that revenge was not the best solution, she learned that before embarking on such journey, she should be prepared to not only avenge herself but to also deal with the consequences of her actions afterwards, essentially building two “graves” not just one.