Soon the echoes of my laughter were broken by the sound of Gina screaming about the mess I'd made. I giggled. She was coming up the stairs to my room. "Showtime."
My hands shakily gripped the knife, knuckles turning white.
The doorknob jiggled, and I giggled. Door opens. She's in my world now.
I saw her. I smiled. She sees the gleam of the knife, and her scowl quickly turns to complete fear. She tries to run, but it's too late. I charge towards her. I stab her in the stomach, feeling the pressure of the blade as it enters her body, warm blood streaming onto me and the floor. I laugh, and slap her across the face.
"Not so tough now, aren't ya?" I whisper as she succumbs to my blade. I watch her scream out in pain as I ever so slowly give the knife a turn. I lean towards her, my eyes meeting hers. I laugh, and tell her "You really are a coward. The pain is nothing, really. I just wanted to watch you squirm." Having said that, I drive my hand upward, fast, gutting her like a fish. She drops to the floor, lifeless and limp. My room reeks of blood and death. My face hurts from smiling so much.
The roar of a car engine is heard, and three door slams. The others are home. I wait, giggling more. It doesn't take them long to notice the stench of blood and the silence hanging in the air. My father immediately dashes up to my room. The look on his face, seeing that bitch of his slaughtered by my hands….priceless. It was absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.
He drops to his knees, tears streaming down his face, completely shocked at the sight before him. His voice is quivering, weak, small. "W-w-whyyy…..why…would you do this? Please Samantha, tell me why…"
All I can do is laugh for a few minutes, tossing the knife from hand to hand. The others have seen what I've done, and I can hear them trying to think of a way to get me to leave them alone, spare their lives. I decide to give Dad a little chit-chat. Bout time we did some bonding anyway.
I move in front of him, and sit on Gina's dead body, and laugh in his face before speaking. "So that's my name? Ahaa. Been so long since I was called that, I forgot. Well, father, you see….she deserved it. Though I must thank her, her bullshit made me see the light. Y'see, I'm finally playing this game by my own rules, and I don't have any fuckin' rules. Hahahahaaaa, you should try it sometime. Let me help you see…"
I slash the knife across his face, slicing his eyes, and then his throat. I wail out in joy, "IT SLICES! IT DICES! IT'S ME GOING FUCKING BATSHIT INSANE! HEEHEEHEE HAHAHAA!!!!!"
I leave him there with her. At least they died together, or whatever, I don't care. Back downstairs, Nicole and Abel are huddled together sobbing. I strut up to them, and simply say, "Just wait. I can't kill you now, it simply will not do. I look horrible. I have to look my best for the police now don't I? I'll be back in a few hours, maybe a day or two, gotta go to the bank for money first…"
On my way out the door I grab a few things to make the bank a little more…fun.
