I stood before the judge, a “criminal” to them all. They only saw me for my actions and not for my reasons. They didn't know my life and what I've been through. I will admit that I did look the part, my brunette colored hair half missing in a clean shave on the left side of my head. The green eyes that were mine were full of evil and the black star tattoo on my hand didn't help either. None-the-less I wasn't a criminal, if anything I was the victim of a broken home.


“Ms. Lilith Roth, I need your statement about the night of November 14th,” The judge spoke up after my moment of silence. I grit my teeth at her impatience, if only I had more time to explain and make them understand.


“Well, on the night of November 14th, I murdered my parents, Jerry and Louise Roth,” I began to feel myself remembering that night. It was dark and I didn't have enough drugs in the world to make myself feel better on this night.


The day was rough with me losing my second job this month. It was painful to think that I wasn't good enough in the workforce. I walked home that afternoon dragging my tan messenger bag along the sidewalk, I hadn’t cared if it ripped or broke. I kept walking and then remembered that I had a family event tonight. My family was having a dinner that I apparently couldn't miss out on. I groaned at the thought and pulled my bag up turning left and heading to the neighborhood where my parents house was located.


The walk took about 20 minutes and then I arrived. I stared at the house groaning as I thought about the horrible night to come. Dinner with my family and seemingly “perfect” sister. She was older with her dark locks, a similar color to my own, that stayed curled into their perfect swirls. I hated her and her lighter green eyes. My mother loved her to death though. She never cared much about me, maybe that's why she let my dad do. Scars and bruises is what came to me in my childhood and I preferred to not look back.


I sighed and walked up to the house and walked inside to the group of ladies all hammering on about whatever gossip this unimportant town had. Maria's daughter got pregnant, she was now shunned by them for her daughters “sultry ways”. The James boy ran away with some no good trashy farmers daughter so there family had shame. It was ridiculous.


When I walked in they saw me but ignored the disgrace that was there friends daughter. I rolled my eyes moving past the living room with the stuck ups and headed into the dining room. I set my bag off to the corner and headed to the kitchen. The emptiness compelled me and I grabbed a glass from the cabinet and poured myself some wine to ease my mind before my father came home from work. If I wasn't at least slightly buzzed everything would go crazy. I wouldn't be able to hold my tongue as easily. I took a sip of the wine and sat back against the counter.


After the glass was emptied I refilled it with water and went back to the dining room and sat waiting. I could easily overhear the babbling of the stuck ups from my seat and I groaned wishing they would just leave. After about 10 minutes they did and I was relieved. Now it was just my mom, my sister, and I in this house. It bothered me but not as much as it would have.


My mom and sister started dinner, turkey and all the other thanksgiving foods in an early celebration of the time. It was the Sunday of that week so we might as well. I stayed to myself in the dining room not even bothering to help, not only did I not want to but they wouldn't have let me anyways.


My father came home after about 15 minutes of them cooking to classical music. He walked towards the kitchen but not without passing through the dining room. He grumbled as he walked past me. I was supposed to be a boy, his son, but I guess that's not what happened. They were “blessed” with a second baby girl. He thought he could toughen me up in my childhood which worked in some ways but it never made me a boy which was unsatisfying for him.


After another half an hour dinner was ready and we all gathered around the table. The turkey and everything was obviously precooked and just reheated. We all sat at the table my mother on one end and my father on the other. My sister and I sat on opposite sides. She honestly didn't hate me but she pretended because she would prefer a fate that wasn't like mine.


We began eating and everyone else chatted about random things kind of ignoring me and then my father said it. He really set me off.


“You know Lilith here has almost gotten me fired on several occasions, my bosses say that it's a bad reputation for me as an employee of there company to have such a failure child,” I bit my tongue wanting to cry. People were so selfish. The worst part about this though was what came out of my mothers mouth next.


“Oh darling, I feel your pain,” I was done. I was so done to the point that I was almost burnt. I bit my tongue for now. The teasing didn't stop as dinner commenced forward. After dinner we all cleaned up. After everything was clean I could go home. I could go home and forget about this.


We were cleaning up the kitchen and washing the dishes. It was me and my sister on the dishes and my parents sat and watched.


“How has your job finding gone, or well, job losing?” My mother spoke to me. I didn't respond and my father stood up and grabbed my wrist turning me.


“Your mother asked a question, now answer her,” I stared at him for a minute and then pulled my wrist away. My sister walked out of the kitchen getting away from the action.


He grabbed my wrist again and held it tightly, it hurt more and more the longer he held on. I reached behind me into the sink and grabbed a fork and quickly stabbed it into his wrist trying to get him off of me. He screeched letting go of my wrist and holding onto the place where the fork had punctured. My mother stood and came towards me but I tossed the fork at her and it landed in between her breasts in the middle of her heart. She collapsed onto my dad. I felt power in what I had done. I grabbed a knife. The biggest one in the knife holder and stared at them.


I pushed it into my dad's side and then pulled it out watching him collapse. I then stabbed my mother in the back. I guess the statement was true, like parent like child. I left the knife there and stared.


The blood puddle grew, my fathers and my mothers blood mixing. It wasn't painful, it was revenge. A ruined childhood, a childhood I would never get back. I left them there and walked out of the house leaving my bag.


That bag now sat in the court room as evidence that I was there. I sighed standing before the recounting the story. I was sentenced to 30 years with a possibility of probation in 15.


I didn't care that I would face jail time, I had no regrets for what I did. It was simply revenge and gaining back my lost childhood.