here's the second chapter of my story hope you enjoy it.
I was done with all my chores. Made the halloween costumes for my siblings for some party they would be going to tonight and now I was waiting for my parent's to come home. Which could be any moment now. I remember it was only five in the afternoon and my siblings were already there. Then I did a stupid thing, I fell asleep. I know that isn't that bad but for me it was. By falling asleep I couldn't abide to all the wishes of my brother and sister. But food was done it only needed reheating and I was so tired form the previous day's. Not getting enough sleep because of the beatings and the pain in my back.
A few day's ago my mom threw me against the door which had rammed the doorknob in my back. Making a few bruises there that I couldn't reach so I couldn't bandage them like usual. I woke up when I heard the door slam closed. By the sound of their voices I could hear that they were very drunk and very angry and that possibly I did something wrong I don't know what but it was something. And it wasn't me sleeping.
I went downstairs to see what was wrong. My brother stood there with my sister both had a smile on their face so this wasn't good. They had their costumes on and they were fitting so that wasn't the problem. Mom kissed them both on the cheek and said that they should go now. My brother started saying something but she just shushed him and they went out. Now I was nervous. "what do you have to say for yourself you useless piece of shit, we leave the house thinking you can handle it and when we come back we don't only see that you sister's nails weren't painted for her party we also find out that you have been sleeping!" that man yelled at me. "not only are you ugly but you're also lazy" my mom added looking like me like I was trash, no not trash nobody looks like that at trash. So it was about her nails. I just looked down knowing they didn't want an answer.
They continued yelling how useless I was and what a complete waste of time, money and place. Fortunately for them and unfortunately for me we didn't have any neighbors. Then it started again. The first slap is alway's the hardest because you don't exactly know when they are coming. Then you just have to hold out till they get tired of it. Seems like tonight I was lucky, it didn't take a long time for that man to get tired of beating someone that didn't even react to anything except nodding. Yet to my surprise my mom continued, normally she stops when that man grew tired of beating me and they would go do something else until I messed up again. She just grew angrier with me with every minute that passed. The man just took a cigarette and went back outside probably back to the bar they just left.
I looked confused to the door and in that moment she took hold of my hair and threw me. I wondered if she would ever grow tired of throwing me not that is was tiring for them with the weight I had. I knew that afterwards I would have to find a way back into the broom closet I slept in to take the first aid kit I hid there and help myself. Nothing a few painkillers and a band aid couldn't help me completing my chores for tomorrow. Sigh who am I kidding that never works not now not ever. Seeing my eyes get unfocussed she decided that I should come back to what was happening now so she took the lighter my "father" left and held the flame against my hand. That woke me up but not a scream left me. I think she found it hilarious because she started laughing and hard. "so that get's your attention" she managed to say between her laughing fit's. When she was done she took me again and hit me then kicked me backwards against a mirror. It hit my back and hard again breaking the mirror, one of the shards got stuck in my leg and a few others in my hands and arms from trying not to hit my head.
"you know you're cleaning that up tomorrow" this time she wanted an answer so I just nodded. Well that wasn't the right move. "what, are you to good to speak to me now?!" they wanted a vocal answer that they knew they wouldn't get I had given up on speaking or yelling or any other sound that would come out of your mouth when I was 8 knowing that most of them would get me into troubles. Again taking me by me hair, that was growing old after so many years she threw me in the kitchen where I hit my ribs against the handle of a cabinet. Then I heard the clock in the living room hit midnight. The sound chiming through the entire house that was quit for a short moment of time. When I heard it something in me snapped. Something I knew I had been keeping locked in for about as long as I can remember. Something I knew that was evil and dark and shouldn't come out ever yet now it was here and It was like I was locked up in my own mind. I wasn't controlling my body now I was just looking yet I didn't mind. I stood up not feeling the pain anymore and pushed her to the nearest wall. I lifted her in the air with all the strength I had had in my little body and threw her on the ground. Then I started kicking her. Well not me my body I was just enjoying it not even wanting to stop myself. Then the thing controlling my body took a shard of the mirror that was still lodged in my leg and rammed it in her neck. Blood started oozing out and I found myself wondering about the taste of it. How would that beautiful dark red liquid feel on my lips in my mouth sliding down my throat.
Shaking myself out of my stupor and getting back the control over my body staring at what I had done. Then I finally realized I killed her I killed my mother. For the first time in years noises came out of my mouth not loud but there was some. I started panicking, what would that man do if he found out. Somehow I didn't believe it it wasn't true I wasn't a killer she wasn't dead it wasn't me yet I knew it was me and that it was true. It was such a surreal moment. I heard the door getting unlocked and this couldn't happen. I stood up the moment the door opened I ran out so fast. I didn't see who it was I just knew that whoever it was couldn't catch up to me so I ran fast and far away. I ran and ran till I didn't knew where I was than I ran even more till I collapsed on a bench not even knowing where I was.
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