"Mama" by My Chemical Romance
Squee walked down the street on his way home, covered in blood. He received some horrified stares, but why should he care? He was infected with the Sickness and he could not be caught for the crime he had just committed; stabbing a man in the chest seventeen times. The man had called Todd a skinny fag, and Todd was in no mood to be insulted.
Todd arrived at his house, his mind replaying the crime. He smiled wickedly. Oh, what a fun time he had stabbing that man in front his friends.
"Todd?" a familiar female voice whispered in shock.
"Shit..." Todd muttered under his breathe. He turned around to see his mother on the couch. She stared at him in horror.
"Hey, mom."
"What the hell happened to you?" she asked worriedly.
"Oh, now you decide to care!" Squee shouted in anger. "If you should no, nothing has happened to me. But I did something to someone, something that would make a caring mother cry her eyes out! I killed a man! But, it wasn't the first time. I've done shit with this fuck of a gun!" Squee pulled out a gun, "If there's a Hell, it would all be okay because I just don t give a fuck anymore. By what I hear, Hell is really quite pleasant except for the smell!" Squee panted as his mom stared at him in shock. He felt good. He had let it all out. Before she could say anything, he ran out the door.
Author's Note: WHOO! One more to go! What shall be the song for the final drabble?