TheManBeyond
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Once i was at a party drinking with some friends. When it ended i was the only one who stable / not drunk so i decided to carry my friends home. When we were getting into my car there was a more or less random guy who was really drunk and he jumped and grabbed one of the backdoors and started fooling around.
I asked him to get down, he didn't listen, so i ask him again in anger, he didn't listen. I was so pissed of that i started the engine and accelerate and the guy was still hanging from the closed door by its window (don't ask me how he was doing that), eventually in a matter of seconds because of the acceleration the guy fell off and started rolling down the road.
I'm pretty sure he fell down at like 50/60 km/h, and i clearly remember one of my friends shouting at me to stop because i was going to kill him just before it happened. I remember that in a matter of seconds i didn't wanted to stop, i wanted him to suffer. Somehow.
We all thought he was dead but fortunatelly he was not. Also i was so lucky that in that precise moment of dawn there weren't any car passing by. I felt extremely worried and went down to see if he was ok. He was ok, just a bit beaten up because of the fall and rolls and shit.
After i took my friends to their houses i return (because the place where it all happened was near my house) and i decided to go into the bar to see if the guy was still ok. I remember i thought of the possibilty of some weird internal hemorrhage or some problem with retarded effects. I felt so damn guilty bro.
He was feeling ok he said (i believe because of the gallons of alcohol he had in his organism) and invited me a drink, i told him no thanks and he told me i was the kindest guy ever. It that was pretty epic now that i think of it.
The guy told me like a week after that that he felt all his bones were broken for 3 days and then he was fine.
I wonder if that rush of anger and irrationality, display of hate, not caring about his health for that little moment where i decided to accelerate my car was like some old -school Se stuff. Could be some shadow Fi somewhat similar to ned's flanders in an episode of the simpsons. meh who knows.
What's that devil inside? that make you enjoy horrorful things?, i'm sure everyone has this, i'm not worse than anyone here. I'm pretty sure.
I asked him to get down, he didn't listen, so i ask him again in anger, he didn't listen. I was so pissed of that i started the engine and accelerate and the guy was still hanging from the closed door by its window (don't ask me how he was doing that), eventually in a matter of seconds because of the acceleration the guy fell off and started rolling down the road.
I'm pretty sure he fell down at like 50/60 km/h, and i clearly remember one of my friends shouting at me to stop because i was going to kill him just before it happened. I remember that in a matter of seconds i didn't wanted to stop, i wanted him to suffer. Somehow.
We all thought he was dead but fortunatelly he was not. Also i was so lucky that in that precise moment of dawn there weren't any car passing by. I felt extremely worried and went down to see if he was ok. He was ok, just a bit beaten up because of the fall and rolls and shit.
After i took my friends to their houses i return (because the place where it all happened was near my house) and i decided to go into the bar to see if the guy was still ok. I remember i thought of the possibilty of some weird internal hemorrhage or some problem with retarded effects. I felt so damn guilty bro.
He was feeling ok he said (i believe because of the gallons of alcohol he had in his organism) and invited me a drink, i told him no thanks and he told me i was the kindest guy ever. It that was pretty epic now that i think of it.
The guy told me like a week after that that he felt all his bones were broken for 3 days and then he was fine.
I wonder if that rush of anger and irrationality, display of hate, not caring about his health for that little moment where i decided to accelerate my car was like some old -school Se stuff. Could be some shadow Fi somewhat similar to ned's flanders in an episode of the simpsons. meh who knows.
What's that devil inside? that make you enjoy horrorful things?, i'm sure everyone has this, i'm not worse than anyone here. I'm pretty sure.