Am I Evil?
It was in my mother's bedroom where I stood, covered in that sweet thick substance known as blood. Outside, rain could be heard pelting the house in a rhythmic fashion. My clothes, the bed, the wall; all were stained a dark crimson. A coppery smell filled the air. When I licked my lips in satisfaction, I tasted that copper taste. And I loved it. I never would have thought that killing would be so easy, mere child's play. Lightning flashed, briefly illuminating the room in a pale blue light.
Am I evil?
I saw my mother laying on the floor, her head tilted at a wrong angle, her chest suffering from multiple gashes, her face smashed, her whole being covered with her own liquid life force. This...this was from my own doing. I did this. And I enjoyed it. I must be a monster to be able to do such a thing, and so easily. And to my mother, of all people. But she had it coming. Yes. Tell me what to do? I'm nine years old, dammit! I'll do anything you ask of me, but when you tell me I can't do something I feel strongly about... Oh, I'm sorry, mother. I didn't mean to throw that lamp at your head. What's that? Keep talking, bitch! Oh, Jesus... I'm sorry. I'm not meaning to be stomping your face. Maybe if you'd move, your face wouldn't hurt so much. I'm sorry, I can't hear what you're saying... My boot's in your mouth. Maybe if you'd spit it out...
Please, tell me...
I stared at my ex-mother. Never. Never again would she come between me and...that which I cared for so much.
Mom! Mom! You'll never guess what happened today!
You did what?!
Lord... I don't want to be evil.
I could still feel the burn on my cheek where she smacked me. The burning sensation that left an itch. An itch shaped like a hand print. A hand print that belonged to my mother. The mother, whose life I took. I smirked as I fingered my weapon, a lava lamp of all things. Take something from me, I take something from you. It's the way of the world. It's how it works. Sad, I know. But, it's how things are. I sighed and hung my head and shoulders. No, it's not sad. It's wrong. What was taken from me, shouldn't be taken from anyone. You can take my bike, you can take my Okama Gamesphere, you can even take my life, but I'll be damned if you take the one thing in this world that I care about so much!
I just want to be happy.
I went running up to my mother in an absolute happy panic frenzy. I was so damn excited. "Mom! Mom!" I cried out ecstatically, "You'll never guess what happened today!" I was so excited, I couldn't help but bounce up and down in excitement.
My mother stopped folding the laundry to regard me. "Oh?" she cooed at me like I was a little first grader, "What happened to you to make you so excited, huh?"
I felt a sharp electrical shock in my mind and images suddenly jumped around.
"You did what?!" came my mother's cry as she smacked me across the face. My head twisted with great force as I whimpered in pain. Tears formed in my eyes. What- What is this? I do something that you and Dad do- And I'm shunned? I get punished? I grabbed the nearest object to me, a lava-
A-am I...evil?
Oh, my god... I- I killed my mother... I MURDERED her... With my bare hands... I'll never see her again; her smile, her laugh, or feel her comforting touch when I'm feeling depressed. Am I evil? God? Am I evil for committing such a sinful act against the one who brought me into the world? Am I evil for enjoying it? Please, tell me... Am I evil for the reason I did it? I started to break down into tears; the warm watery feeling washing away the thick coppery substance from my face. Lord... I don't want to be evil. I just want to be happy.
I went running up to my mother in an absolute happy panic frenzy. I was so damn excited. "Mom! Mom!" I cried out ecstatically, "You'll never guess what happened today!" I was so excited, I couldn't help but bounce up and down in excitement.
My mother stopped folding the laundry to regard me. "Oh?" she cooed at me like I was a little first grader, "What happened to you to make you so excited, huh?"
Am I?
I beamed up at her; a bright smile on my face. "Dude! A girl kissed me today!" I saw the expression on her face drop a bit. "But it wasn't just any girl! It was a girl that I really, really like! So, I hugged her and kissed her back!"
"You did what?!" came my mother's cry as she smacked me across the face. My head twisted with great force as I whimpered in pain. Tears formed in my eyes. What- What is this? I do something that you and Dad do- And I'm shunned? I get punished? I grabbed the nearest object to me, a lava lamp. "You are to stay away from this girl! Do you understand me, young man? You're nine years old and shouldn't be thinking of such things!" No. I disagree. I threw the lamp at her head. It connected with a sickening thud and crimson blood flew across the wall. My mother went down to the floor in a heap.
"Oh, I'm sorry, mother. I didn't mean to throw that lamp at your head."
I guess I am...
God, did I just say that? Hell, did I just do all that? All because of a girl? Am I? A-am I...evil? I heard the door swing open behind me and the overhead light suddenly showered the room with bright orange light. It was my father. I knew it was. I could even see in my mind the expression of shock that had to have been on his face.
"Stanley?" came his wavering voice, "What have you done?"
I killed my mother because she wouldn't let me be with Wendy Testaburger, the sweetest girl of my sweetest fantasies. I killed my mother over a girl, a girl who probably won't speak to me now or even look in my direction. Why? I'm a murderer.
"Do realize what you've done?!"
Yeah, I do. And I've accepted it. I've accepted the fact that I've now lost the two women I cared about the most. I've accepted the fact that I'll probably go to jail for the rest of my life. God, I asked you if I was evil and I've just realized your answer. I guess I am.
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