i retaliate by knocking myself out

I retaliate by knocking myself out I remember the last time my family was happy and I apologised to them by buying a child elephant. We all saw the child elephant being snatched away by its mother and how tried to fight back. My daughter was happy and my wife seemed to forgive.

I only changed for good which lasted a week. I went back to my old ways and whenever I got angry and annoyed, I would knock myself out. I know this doesn't seem harmful to my family but when my brain rocks from side to side from the concussion, it also causes anything close to me to dis-shape violently.

When I come to conciousness my wife and daughter are a completely different shape. It will take many hours for them to go back to human shape but it is painful. Then I started finding drawings in the form of horror comic books, and it was about my life.

I found someone in my family had drawn all of the unpaid bills that are building up and I was terrified. I screamed at my wife and daughter, then I knocked myself out. My brain was rocked and it dis-shaped all the nearest surroundings.

When I was concious, my wife and daughter were heavily mis-shaped. They painfully transformed back into their human shape after hours. Then I found more horror comics about my life and this time it showed how verbally abusive I was, and this unnerved me.

I knew it was my daughter and I went up to her and confronted her. She begged me not to knock myself out and her mother tried holding my arms to not knock myself out. I broke free and I knocked myself out and when I came back to conciousness, my wife and daughter were heavily mis-shapen.

It was the weirdest shape I has ever seen. I could hear their groans and they were in pain. Months went by and they hadn't transformed back into their normal human shape.

They were still in pain and I still found something was drawing my life into a horror story. I had to stab my daughter and mother as they were in pain and their groans became too much for me. I had to put them out of their misery.

As I sat on the porch and screaming at the sun for going down, the child elephant which i had taken from its mother, it had a paint brush in its mouth. It started to draw me on the porch and my bad mis shaped family. It then smiled at as I had taken its revenge on me for taking it away from its mother.

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