Family member: Oh, is that a photo of J-
Me: JOSH. Just. JOSH. TURNER. Becauseiwouldhaveapictureofjoshuabutineedtojusthaveapictureofjoshturnerjusttokeepmyselfsaneandnotmissjoshuatoomuch… wahhhhhhh ;___;
And that’s when my family member(s) quietly scoot away realizing that I’m still taking it pretty hard.
Elizabeth Báthory is one of the most prolific serial killers in all of history.
She was born into nobility and was highly educated but also very vain.
One day, infuriated, Elizabeth struck one of her servant girls so hard that some blood dripped from her face onto Elizabeth’s hand and she immediately thought that her skin took on a glowing freshness of her young maid.
Elizabeth believed she had found the secret of eternal youth. After this, women were abducted and hung upside down, while they were still alive and their throats were slit to prepare Elizabeth’s bath.
The Countess of Transylvania and four collaborators were accused of torturing and killing hundreds of girls, with one witness attributing to them over 650 victims, though the number for which they were convicted was 80. Elizabeth herself was neither tried nor convicted.
Can I just time in here and say a few things, since half of what is written here is straight from the wikipedia page, which don’t get me wrong —it’s accurate— but extremely underwhelming.
“Elizabeth” Erzebet Bathory was so much more than some vain bitch who killed over 650 women, she was a vain bitch who could speak and write more than two languages, in a time where a woman writing one was unheard of. She was raised mostly by her very infamous openly bisexual aunt, and was a torturer and a murderer before she was 14 (rumored).
This woman was the person who made the villagers quake in both fear and revelation, that the courts refused to take action against when young girls started dissapearing, when bodies started being found. She OWNED the country, her family was richer then even the Lords presiding over it, she had all the say.
Her and her ‘accomplices” (which by the way, they were extremely trusted, and unlike her, they were executed without mercy when the truth came out), would gather village children who their parents practically threw their way in hopes of a better future, although the children would never live again. She didn’t only hang them, she caged them, used iron maidens, spears, so many different objects. And the whole ‘bathing in blood’ thing, although is technically can be true, that and the whole striking her maid is all exagerrated to add to the story. Her and her husband got off to killing, literally, they liked the screams. If she bathed in blood, it wasn’t to be younger, it was to enjoy their life ending. Not to say she wasn’t vain, but for good reason. She was considered the most beautiful woman in Hungary for all of her days.
And she technically was tried, although as I said before she practically owned the country, they couldn’t actually kill her. But she had killed another young girl of noble blood, and that couldn’t just be set aside. So instead of execution, they sentenced her to house arrest for the rest of her days, unable to punish her for all the women she had killed.
Also, she had three children, and regardless of her murderous ways it was said that she had been a wonderful, loving mother. Strange how the ‘vain blood mistress’ can be more than just, isn’t it?
I could go on and on about this woman, I’ve read and watched basically everything pertaining to her due to reports and essays that I wrote when I was younger, and even though she was a horrifying murderer, she deserves a bit more than ‘blood bitch’.
It’s also interesting to note that one of her descendents feels so bad about what his ancestor did that he donates blood as often as humanly possible.
I miss him so much. I understand his reasons, and I know all too well that I caused his continuous doubts towards me and had him go through so much because I kept hurting and hurting him over and over again. Now I’m here, feeling…well, not even close nor half of what he’s felt whenever I muttered “I want to break up with you”. I’ve finally felt the stabbing pain that I caused him throughout our “picture perfect” relationship. And now I can’t have that relationship anymore.
I can’t have those moments where he’d smile at me and caress my chin and I’d be transported into a world of our own where I can just smile happily at him and not be told to stop staring at his eyes. No longer will I feel his lips against mine, instead I was left with just a long, warm hug that firmly held my trembling body as he told me twice “I can’t do this anymore. This is the last thing I ever want to say to you, but this isn’t working”. No more “I love yous” or “Safe and sound my love” or “I miss you”. No more.
But I’ve told myself that I need to stop acting immature and grow up and fix my ways and break my habits. To not only prove to him and his family and my own family, but to prove to myself that I am going to change. I am aware it’s easier said than done and that it can’t happen overnight and that it’s going to take time.
And so, I’m just going to focus. Focus on breaking these cruel habits of mine that have hurt not only him but everyone around me. Focus on challenging myself in a new major. Focus on being calm and humble once more to others and to myself.
But if there is ever…I know it’s a slim chance…but…if there’s an opportunity for the both of us again…and he welcomes me once more…like he’s always done in the past….I will not fail nor take his unconditional love for granted. I will love him and show how much I’ve changed for myself, him, and everyone. And I’d be the happiest and luckiest girl to be Joshua’s once more.