Mother-
Mummy-can I tell you something?
"Sure dear, what is it?"
Well just this, there is all this pent up anger in me. It's a blind rage; it sits there and festers, turning my heart black. My mind now can see no reason, as I pick up the knife which has lain in the fire. The blade is burning hot.
"Dear?"
See mother, this anger is so deep, that it makes me weep. Its like a tidal wave it is impossible to fight the current. So hard to get away, it is.
"Honey?"
Look mom, now there's a drop of blood; the same color as the anger, as the fear. It is enough to make me want to shin little puppies alive… shows the mother her bloodied arm… see mother, isn't it beautiful? Look at the blood, and the ruined charred flesh.
'Ouch…' Momma, won't you kiss it to make it better? … Mother examines the burnt skin of her arm, and the girl exclaims: 'oh see momma, this is what my heart looks like!' it is beautiful, don't you think?
"Alice?"
I wish that I could kill them all, mother…
If I could just take a knife and cut open every inch of their quivering bodies. Now see, momma dear, if I where to cut out their tongues; and dig their eyes out of their sockets with a well versed spoon, then I could enjoy a feast of eyeballs and worms…
See mamma, chopping these poor humans limb from limb would be quite fun. I could start with their toes. Pull out their fingernails and twist their bones. Then move onto their flesh, make them bleed and beg. I can slit their wrists, and carve out their throats. Ending with my sticking their severed heads up on a pole, nailing their bodies onto large wooden crosses…
"Child, what are you talking about?"
Why, just your death; mother, and the numerous murders of all the little puppies and innocent bunnies. Momma I killed them in the slowest way imaginable, then I played in their blood, mother, and I ate their flesh raw…
"Child, how could you?"
Quite simply, mother. I just adored the way they squeaked and screamed as I ripped out their intestines. Ha. Ha. Ha. Mother, what a beautiful fate awaits you…
"Alice?"
Don't you see? It's the anger, raw and poisonous. Oh mother, all of the poor puppies and baby bunnies, and now you too… well it serves you right for not wanting me…
"Dear, what-"
Say goodnight, mother…
She laughed as she played with her mothers' blood; the woman's heart had been squished beneath the teenage girl's feet.
-X-
As she got up to change out of her blood soaked clothes; she leaned over and kissed her dead mothers lifeless and slightly bloody lips. "I love you, mother." She whispered, then stepping out of the room. The heavy door closing behind her with a final click of the auburn lock. Her mother's body was forever forgotten…
well what do you think? and please be nice, its only my 1st story... ^_^' reviews and constructive criticism are welcome. i will use the flames to roast marshmellows...