Angel-less Room
by Amber Bratton
She was lying on her bed when the song Room of Angels came on her CD player. Suddenly she stood, turned the music up til her ears hurt and then went down to the kitchen. She quietly grabbed a carving knife out of the knife rack. With stealth she'd never possessed before she made her way to where her dying mother lay. Her cruel mother was taking her time to die and making her daughter's life as miserable as she could.
Outside of her mother's room she paused listening to her mother cry hoarsely for her to turn her music down. Curses and insults alike assaulted deaf ears. She would listen to her mother's abuse no longer. Beginning to sing she opened the door and entered. Her mother's eyes widened at the site of her daughter in a long white t-shirt and holding a knife. Her shower wet hair hanging in strands about her face. Her expression cold she walked slowly toward her mother, still singing.
"Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye it was always you that I despised I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye Here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye it was always you that I despised I don't feel enough for you to cry oh well here's a lullaby to close your eyes good-bye good-bye good-bye good-bye good-bye..." On the last good-bye she plunged the knife into her mother's chest where a heart would lay had her mother ever had a heart. She stood staring at the blood, at the knife still standing in the now motionless chest, the dull, blank eyes. She smiled and left.
"Good-bye," she whispered before shutting the door.