This short story narrates the tragedy of an unjust revenge, a crazy and abusive man against a rebellious woman who wants to destroy the sexist world. It can be a bit tragic for minors that is why I recommend them to read it, this is a reality that women live, day by day.
SOFIA GONZALEZ DIAZ or better known as "Gonzi" is a ninth grade student at American School and a Colombian youth author born in Barranquilla in 2006. She has a record of participation in Norma literature competitions, where she has received 3 honorable mentions and a 2 national place at Lyndon B Johnson College.
She defines herself as a hippie lover of historical literature and horror movies. “I have no regrets” is the first short story she wrote in the horror category.
To society, to freedom, to justice and to all
the survivors in this world.
Chapter I.
When a man yells at his children, “he is the authority figure”, when a woman yells at her children “she is hysterical”. When a man leaves his children, "it's okay, let them look for him when they grow up", when a woman leaves his children "she is a denatured mother." When a man prioritizes his work “he is independent and a good provider”, when a woman prioritizes her work “she is selfish” or “does not have enough authority to hold managerial positions”.
“Women should marry a wealthy and attractive man, have a large family, and reproduce as often as possible. Women are very passive and emotional, they are not strong and they are also indecisive and dependent, they always need a man to do complicated jobs, they are created to be housewives, take care of children and obey the wishes of men ”. “Young girls cannot wear short or daring clothes to school or work, because these distract men. If a woman is raped, the first question must be what she was wearing, because she could have caused her to be raped by her way of dressing, girls cannot play sports, that is for boys, they must dance or sew, they must have good body for a man to want, men in themselves are always better than women”.
Your dress is to (too) short, it is very long, very shiny, very opaque, you are very fat, very skinny, very tall, very short, eat more, eat less, walk well, back straight, breasts up, butt up, bring him the plate, lower your head, quietly, you look prettier. And they still wonder why I tortured him, drowned him, sent him to a psychiatrist and buried him alive, wait that that was me… I was tortured, shocked, buried alive and the cherry on the cake, I was raped.
Chapter II
It was raining, it was raining a lot, the leaves of the trees shook abruptly and the branches wanted to come off, the window of my room opened while I was sitting at the desk, the glass broke and my forehead started to bleed. I was not scared, it was only blood, I went to the bathroom and found alcohol and cotton to make me a curition, I knew I had to go to the hospital so I called my mother almost crying, she went up the stairs, raised my face, I load up and take me to the car. I weighed very little was the first thing the doctor told me when he finished taking 4 stitches on my forehead. We got home and my mom made me chamomile tea. I had to stay lying down for at least 2 days, the 2 worst days of my life…
It was 12 o'clock in the morning, being in my bed I heard a very loud noise below, a knock and then I heard a short scream, something had happened and without thinking I went down with a star wars toy laser beam, I saw a pool of blood but I slipped at the bottom of the stairs because I was wearing socks and that's the last thing I remember from that night.
I woke up sore and bloody in my white dress pajamas, my wrists ached, I was tied up in a chair in a dark room and the only light I could see was from a small window. I was very confused and my head hurt and I started screaming "help, help", my throat was burning.
Someone arrived, a tall, fat and old man, holding a plate of food.
"Good morning sunshine"-he said when he entered
"WHO ARE YOU, DON'T DO ANYTHING TO ME WHO ARE YOU!”-I yelled
"I brought (for) you (some) food, I made it myself, I love to cook"-he answered and left
"LET ME AHHH"-I was hysterical, I had already lost my voice.
I was starving and the food on the plate did not look bad, I ate it, the meat was delicious, it was pink and juicy, but now I regret having eaten it, it was my mother, the meat that I ate was my mother's…
CHAPTER III
Hours had passed, I was scared to death and suddenly a door opened, it was the same man as before.
"Welcome to hell beautiful, this is where all women should be" -he said
He´s voice was terrifying. He had a bag on his back, he took it off and threw it on the floor, when he was opening it, my pupils expanded to see what he was taking out, until I saw some kind of metal, it was a pair of knives and other types of bladed weapons, this was my end and I knew it. He approached me and smelled my hair and then licked my neck, he let go of my wrists and ankles, I was no longer tied to the chair, I had to escape but I could not, he left the room for a minute and came back with a mattress, I screamed, cried and prayed that he would kill me as soon as possible.
He came out again and there was an open window, I escaped and ran but there was no way out, he had chased me and caught me because I did not have the strength to run, he forcibly charged me and we return to where I was and there he tied to some chains with my arms raised and began to torture me, he threw ice water on me and then he rubbed a piece of meat to my face.
He screamed, they seemed like screams of rage and began to speak;
"Why can't women be like before, ah? Quiet and obedient, why now they fight over everything, they criticize everything, they hate men,why they want to participate in the important decisions of the world, only men have the ability to do so, why why, why "-started to yell.
"Because we are equal to men, be thankful that we demand justice and do not take revenge" -I replied with the little strength I had.
“That's why I chose you. I know perfectly who you are, an activist and one of the three women that sent me to prison for beating my wife for disobedience, you don't remember me, but I do. -he answered
There I understood everything, Mathias Scopper, the abusive and murderous husband of Camil Hudgeens, my mother and I had reported him and months later he ended up in prison but a few weeks ago the news reported that this man had escaped from prison ... and it seems that came for revenge. My spirit wrote this book, he is still out there doing his thing, murderer of Camil Hudgens, Zhavia Houston and me Blair Houston.
"It's you, but of course it's you, what do you want from me” I asked furiously
He wanted me to repent and to ask for his forgiveness, I refused and immediately he killed me.
I was tortured, shocked, buried alive and the cherry on the cake, I was raped.
The end.
