[ WP ] You are the villain of this story ... well you were supposed to be . But you remain a good natured person , and the author is getting desperate trying to find any way to turn you .

When I was young my sole friend Lilith gave me these old Batman comics, her brother had owned before he died from the hand of their stepfather. I would read them in secret every night under my blankets in the faint light I made with my fingers. My mother destroyed them a couple of months later right in front of my eyes screaming on and on about my sinful soul that will burn in hell, and that the fire of hell is seeping through my fingers. She would lay her hands on me for that very sin for years. 
 
 Back then I knew reading them was a time sensitive luxury, so I burned them in my mind and every time she touched me I remembered. Even more I had this silly belief, that it was she who killed my real parents and that I could rise above my circumstances just like batman could. Even if I didn ’ t have millions, a bright mind and more importantly – an Alfred. But I had Lilith. 
 
 We were somewhat similar. Except she was let out of the house, had other friends and was actually cool. My fat, ugly mug could not compare to her tanned temple of a body. For reason ’ s odd ( or just pity ) she found me interesting. 
 
 We met when she was running from her stepfather. The frail, bruised body climbed in my window without permission and hid under my bed. 
 
 “ I will stay here for a bit ” her voice was weak and trailed off as she lost conciousness. I stayed awake all night afraid mother will find out and hit me. Lilith was still sleeping when I left for breakfast, but was gone before I came back. 
 
 She hid like that under my bed once every two weeks or so, more on Christmas. Sometimes she would come bearing gifts – often my favorite well salted fries ( salt was forbidden in my household ). We would talk about the great things we will do when we grow up and become free. The places we would visit and the nice people we would meet and call family. 
 
 Lilith would talk about revenge sometimes. She told me about how she stood next to her stepfather ’ s bed with knife in hand and tried so hard to just stab him in the throat, but she never could. When he killed her brother... regret turned into a deep grief. 
 
 “ I should have killed him, I should have... ” Lilith cried in my arms as I consoled her. “ I am a coward. I get what I deserve... ” She repeated on and on and answered: “ It was he, not you. You deserve much better. ” On and on. 
 
 Mother would sometimes hear these conversations, believing it was me talking to myself at nights, so she started taking me to the church on Sundays. I was to talk with no one and repent my sins. After the sermon, we had a small Sunday school. An old woman would read bible in front of us and we would repeat it to her... or not. Some days she couldn ’ t care less about us and slept in her chair snoring loudly. The boys in the class would throw chewed-up papers at me and picked at me from the side. They said some hurtful things about me being a “ moma ’ s boy ” and that I probably still suck on her tits making a sucking noise. I played with fire at the tip of my fingers - I could burn them all. But I was a coward back then. I didn ’ t even say “ Shut up! ”. 
 
 When I got older, my mother.... “ What a man I have raised... ” She did not hit me anymore... she started touching me... Always a coward. 
 
 This all brings me to tonight. 
 
 Lilith stood in the moonlight coming from the open window. She was crying in silence as she had been brought up to do. There was blood between her legs and her clothes were torn. I gave her and oversized shirt and pants. I wanted to console her but she did not let me touch her. 
 
 “ It is not your fault... ” I didn ’ t know what to say. 
 
 “ This world is rotten... ” Lilith stared into me blankly. “ Everybody want a piece of you, everyone one wants to rule over you... I can ’ t live like this anymore. ” 
 
 I did agree. But said nothing. 
 
 “ You really think that when we turn 18 and we become free, the world will be any different? It won ’ t... not for us. We are too stained. No one cares... You can ’ t even leave this house without that bitches permission. And I can ’ t run away, because my mother says she will kill herself. Ha. ” Lilith started laughing. More audibly with every passing moment. 
 
 I tried to shush my friend, but she didn ’ t stop. Suddenly the doors opened and there stood my mother with a baseball bat in her hand. I saw rage in her eyes as she leaped forward. The bat hit Lilith in the head before I could even react. The girl dropped like a log, my mother standing over her. 
 
 “ Mommy is here, ” In kind voice, enraged face turned to me, “ Everything will be alright. ” She reached out to me, to touch me and pull me in her bosom, but I showed her away. I needed to get to Lilith. 
 
 “ HAS THIS SUCCUBUS CORRUPTED YOUR SOUL! ” She screeched only like mother could. “ My poor, poor baby. ” She tried to get me away from my friend ’ s body. 
 
 “ Get away! ” I screamed back for the first time. 
 
 My mother yanked me backwards and put a fistful in my jaw. I put my hands up, but not to cover me from the hits, but to burn her. The fire filled the space between me and her and she jumped back and her eyebrows went ablaze. “ Get out! ” I screamed. I wanted to kill her, I really did. But a silly thought went into my head: What would batman do? 
 
 I got down to Lilith and checked for a pulse. I didn ’ t actually know how to take it... I just knew we had to get out. I lifted Lilith up and went out of my room, through the kitchen and for the main door. My mother was waiting for me there. 
 
 “ WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD. ” Another screech. “ GOD IS WATCHING YOU BEING SINFUL TO YOUR MOTHER. HE WILL PUNISH YOU, HE WILL PUNISH YOU - ” 
 
 “ Move aside. ” I firmly told my mother ’ s frantic eyes as she blocked the way with her body. She screeched on and on. I freed a couple of my fingers under Lilith ’ s body and ignited a patch in the carpet. Mother rushed to put it out and I escaped through the door. 
 
 I ran. I heard her calling me all the bad words and all the sweet ones, but I didn ’ t look back. I ran until my fat body was out of breath. We had reached a hilltop, overlooking the town. I saw my house, her house, the church, all the people who couldn ’ t care less. 
 
 I put Lilith in the grass and listened for her heartbeat. Nothing... I listened for it again and again, but there was nothing to hear. I clenched my fists and screamed with hot tears running down my face and throat. 
 
 I could see it - all the houses ablaze. To bring the lake of fire to the people who deserve it. It would make Lilith so happy. I would be so happy. 
 
 But I didn ’ t. Down there was boy and a girl, who had a secret friendship and they looked forward to growing up and escaping this hellhole. So I whispered goodbye to Lilith and went in the general direction opposite from where was everything I had ever known. 

