"Who is Toby?" My eyes widened at her question.
"My brother! That Toby!"
"Honey… What are you talking about? You're an only child."
I stared at my mother, not believing what she was saying. I pushed past her, emotions reeling through my head. 'She doesn't remember Toby?! Why?!' I thought to myself.
That night, I sat on my bed, thinking about what had happened that day. I grabbed my head, covering my ears. My father was abusing my mother again. I ran into my bathroom, not wanting to hear my mother's cries of pain. I looked up into the mirror and sighed. I bent down to splash water onto my face, but froze as i heard a cracking noise. I looked back up into the mirror to find the same horrifying image from before. This time, I screamed out loud. I backed up, by back hitting the door the the bathroom. I continued to stare at the image, the mirror crack'd. I felt like… If the mirror broke completely, that horrifying image would crawl from where the it used to be. I quickly reached for the cabinet, grabbing the sharpest thing i could find, a pair of scissors.
"He's… alive…" Was all the image said before silencing its words. I continued to stare at its eyes, ignoring the banging on the door and the screams for my to open it. I hesitantly walked a bit closer.
"W-Who's alive?" I asked, curious on to who she was talking about. She bent her head, a series of painful sounding cracks erupted from her neck. I flinched at the sound, but held my ground.
"T… Toby…" My eyes widened as tears spilled out of them. I had lost it. I quickly ran towards the mirror, the image already gone. I continually hit the glass, my hands bleeding. I didn't care. My mind was telling we to do it. I could feel my mind growing darker with each blow I inflicted on the now obliterated mirror.
"Lyra! Open the door!" I heard my mother and father yell. I stopped what I was doing, turning towards the door. I didn't even flinch at the pain stinging on my hands. I didn't even looking at the waterfall of blood flowing from my hands. "Lyra!" I heard them yell again. I narrowed my eyes, feeling nothing but hate and disgust towards them. Why? I don't know. Something inside me changed. I had snapped. The part of my mind that had kept me from going insane had finally let go. I walked towards the door, the scissors still in my hands. I finally knew why i hated them so much… My father, there was an obvious reason to hating him. My mother? I knew deep down that I had always hated that she would never stick up for herself. She would never call the police on my father. I tried once… but when the police showed up at the front door, she told them that she was fine and nothing was wrong. Then I got in trouble… that bitch.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled from the opposite side of the bathroom door.
"Lyra?" I heard my mother question.
"Shut up you BITCH! I have ALWAYS hated you…" I said as I opened the bathroom door. I gripped the scissors in my other hand.
"You little…!" I could here my father say. He slammed through the door, knocking me backwards. That only made me ten times more angry. Before my father knew what was happening, there was a pair scissors through his stomach. I stared at the sharp tool, blood dripping from his mouth. I smiled an insane smile, one I never thought was possible. I quickly pulled the scissors from his stomach, putting my hand on his shoulder. With another quick motion, stabbed him again, and again, and again. I ignored my mother's cries for me to stop. This is why I hated her so much… it sickens me just looking at her.
I watched as my father's eyes roll to the back of his head, his body going limp. "Oh? So quick to die I see." I turned my head to look at my mother. "I wonder if you will be the same." I giggle sadistically. My mother's eyes widened at my words, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. She backed up a few feet, her leg hitting my bed. She grabbed the closest thing to her, my alarm clock, and chucked it at my head. As the clock hit my head, my head flung backwards, but my grin never fading.
"You know… I think this is the first time I have seen you fight back against someone who is trying to kill you. Dear ol dad had what was coming to him. just think about it… I did you a favor. Now im going to do ME a favor and slowly cut you open and skin you alive as you watch!" I tilted my head to the side, my grin growing even wider.
"L-Lyra… You're insane! You're suffering from insanity!" She yelled, backing into my nightstand.
"Suffering from insanity? HA! You're wrong. Actually… I'm enjoying every minute of it." I chuckled as I closed the distance between her and I in a single step. She screamed in horror, tripping over her own feet. She landed on the floor with a loud THUD, twisting her ankle in the process. "Hmm. Looks like you can't run away. Too bad. I would have really loved a nice game of FIND AND KILL!" I yelled, plunging the scissors into her stomach. "Let's see… Which limb should I slowly cut off while you watch, hm?"