She was a sociopath, just no one knew yet. It all started with her sad childhood, when she was aware of what he was doing. Maybe it started much earlier but she didn't tell me that part. I don't think she knew it herself.
His parents were abusers, they treated all their children badly including her. Christy grew up in an environment where she found no escape from her torments and let off steam by doing small evils, breaking things she found in her way… And then she continued to escalate. She harmed the animals she found, when they were unsuspecting of her, the cats she cut off their whiskers, several of the dogs had their tails cut off, the rabbits had some of their fur removed, toads and frogs ended up squashed and the birds, on the ground without a nest or wings.
She didn't meet anyone who wanted to be her friend, everyone rejected her, somehow, perhaps because of her strange way of dressing, her appearance or perhaps because of her lack of personal hygiene. She remembers a time when she was 9 years old and still hadn't brushed her teeth. Nobody taught her. She saw how her older brothers did it, how they brushed their teeth, but she lived in terror and never asked why they brushed them. On one occasion another child came up to her and said: "Why do you have dirty teeth, don't you brush them?" There she realized that she should do it too and no one taught her.
She had to lie and told him that she had eaten a lot and left the house so fast that she forgot to brush them. And she withdrew, she was so embarrassed that she began cleaning her teeth with branches and leaves of the plants she found on the way home. But hatred for her family was brewing in her mind. Neither her parents nor her older siblings considered it important to inform her how to brush her teeth.
She also did not comb her hair frequently. Someone told her that they watched her go by with her matted hair and that bothered her a lot. She didn't know how many times she should brush her long hair and what do they say about bathing? She didn't do it on a daily basis, to the point that everyone was separated from her because they smelled her foul stench in class.
Little by little she was discovering things that should only be learned at home and she learned it the hard way, on the street, with the rejection of everyone.
But none of this helped her make friends. Hatred filled her mind and heart and she could no longer be near anyone and if she was next to someone it was for a purpose.
She met a boy, when she worked as a clerk in a bakery. She accompanied the cooks to make the bread, knead it, bake it and then pack it. She arranged it outside on the shelves according to the type of bread. She collected the old loaves and placed the new ones. She could have the opportunity to buy the old ones at a lower cost and take them home. They were many, 7 siblings, parents and a grandfather.
The boy saw her on the way home and asked if he could accompany her. She didn't care but she said no, she preferred to walk alone, but he kept insisting every time he saw her and suddenly she accepted. This is how they met. He conquered her and she fell in love, but she didn’t know the evil intentions of that love.
She left her work at night as usual and he accompanied her, but then he asks her to come to the park for a while to talk for a while before continuing. She didn't think it would take too long... the park is close to home. Sitting for 15 minutes would not affect her family.
It only took 15 minutes for him just to get to the place where they were supposed to sit. That’s when he pushes her into the bushes, covers her mouth, and puts a knife to her neck. "If you scream…" Full of panic, she’s paralyzed. He rapes her that night, she can’t resist or he kills her. The fear didn’t leave her. She only cried bitterly when he told her, before leaving "It was nice meeting you, stupid."
She never saw him again. Nobody noticed at home that she arrived all disheveled, her coat covered her body with bruises. She went upstairs, bathed, and said nothing, the next day she went to work as if nothing happened.
But something did happen, she was filled with more and more hatred. Now she hated her family, she hated people and she hated men and so began her sick mind to hatch a plan to end them all.
She got some rat poison from the bakery, where they used that frequently. They would fill a loaf with it and place it on the floor in the basement, where the rats are supposed to eat it. But now she would use it for her own.
She made some bread for her whole family, she separated them from the loaves for sale and then in the evening she took the loaves home. She left them in the kitchen and went upstairs.
It wasn't until the morning when she got ready to work that she noticed that no one came out to speak their everyday nonsense. She didn't even bother to check their rooms. She went to work and when she left she went to the police, where she related what she did at night. The police sent their agents to her house to find out what was true in the words of this woman, who spoke without any feeling of guilt, without a word of pain or complaint about what she had done.
That was how the patrol entered the house, which was as open as the girl left when leaving. To find complete silence, but in the rooms, all the occupants had their eyes fixed and lost. They had died after eating their last dinner.
Christy was judged, but as someone with mental disorders, this is how I met her. She came to see me at my office, as a prerequisite for determining her state of disorder for placement in a psychiatric health center. She told me her story, with her gaze lost. She related everything as a story, just as nobody cared about her life, she didn’t care about their lives. And so she told me about her family's last supper.
Was this an actual account??? Because that's just so morbid and sad ;;-;; the poor woman