"You good for nothing, ignorant child!" the old woman yelled as she grabbed me by the neck and threw me against the wall. The impact taking all of the oxygen from my lungs gasping desperately for air I slid down the divider with one knee bent and the other leg straightened against the ground. I looked up into the eyes of the woman in front of me, the women who use to be my mother. She sighed taking her seat at the table. The brunette crossed her legs and sipped her tea, not but a second later she reached for the vase filled with roses and shot it towards me. In The last second I was able to move my head to the side the vase crashing into a million little pieces then settling onto the floor next to me.
"Ungrateful child" I stared at the floor as she kept ranting about. Before I could register what had happened my head snapped to the side my body not too far behind "look at your mother when she's speaking to you!"
I picked myself up into my previous position, leaning against the wall. I bit back the tears that threatened to spill and looked at my palms bloody with pieces of glass lodged in my skin. Something warm trickled down my nose and past my lips. "Now clean this mess up." mother spilled the rest of her tea on the floor her glass followed behind. Father sat on the couch with a cold beer switching the channels on the cable box with the remote. My idol my savior was dead and gone forever and I was blamed for it.
I grabbed the shard that stuck out of my forehead and ripped it out wincing at the pain. I stood up using the wall behind me as a base not knowing if my knees would give out on me, dragging my hand off and leaving a bloody print in its place. I straightened up my head hanging low while my violet hair hid my eyes "no" I replied calmly catching my mother's attention.
"What did you-"
"Shut up!" I yelled cutting her off.
"Excuse me!" the man turned from the screen.
"Shutupshutupshutup!" I screamed holding my head, I then dragged my hands over my face digging my nails into my skin and smudging the blood. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I raised my voice "I'm sick and tired of your bull shit every single fucking day, I didn't kill him I didn't kill my brother!" I looked down at my hands and saw streams of blood rising out of the cuts in my fingers.
"What the" my mother staggered back in horror.
"You freak!" my father yelled jumping over the couch. The taste of my blood was overwhelming as I swung my right hand across in his direction and sliced his head off clean. It flew across the room and rolled up to my feet. I looked up at my mother with an innocent face. Tears rolled down her cheeks in terror, she ran to the phone that hung on the wall but was to slow the stream of blood shot straight through her faster than the speed of sound if you ask me, tainting my cheek with a little blood.
She fell to the floor oozing red liquid. I crouched down in front of her and pushed some hair from her eyes "mommy, mommy please don't die" I cried in a sweet girly voice "I want you to suffer, suffer like I did" I finished in a darker tone. As I watched life itself leave her eyes I grinned then stood up kicking her corpse. Looking at the at the room around me the walls sprayed with red liquid, the floors littered with glass and corpses, and my clothes drenched in blood; I smiled big and evil. I killed not only my parents but I also killed the younger me, the me who I was before, the innocent me. My hands were now tainted with blood and I liked it.
I splashed in the pools of blood like they were puddles of water, Sirens sounded in the front of the house. Licking the sticky substance off my hands I pouted "the police?" I pondered "after almost 10 years of my screaming the neighbors decide to call the police now?" I skipped towards the door "tsk, tsk, tsk what a buzz kill."
I pulled it open and there must have been about at least 10 to 15 cops surrounding the house with their guns drawn taking cover behind their car doors and hoods. 'This would be fun' I thought to myself. I laughed hysterically and slid my hands down the wooden pillars that held the patio in place.
Making fresh wounds and drawing out my streams, I crossed my arms rapidly and sliced a few heads off. My movements were graceful, swift, and quick. When I was done the ground was littered in body parts and blood. There was rattling by a car window I turned to see a rookie cop trembling not even holding the gun properly I smiled and faced him, Lifting one of my hands into the air ready to strike him with the stream. Instead my whip loses its shape and the blood spills all over the floor. Staggering I clutched my head with one hand covering one of my eyes. Feeling light-headed and desperate for balance the floor gives out from beneath me and I give in to the darkness.
~tadaaa this my DMWL story I was talking about I hope you liked the first chapter or prologue I worked hard please review what you think kitty cloud signing off :3 ~