Bloody Hands
680 Words
12:00 am.
It's July 12th, my 13th birthday.
I know I won't receive any present from my mom but slaps and brutality.
This is it. My independence day.
I looked at the reflection of myself in the mirror in front of me.
Daddy finds me beautiful, but mommy doesn't.
Daddy loves me, but mommy doesn't.
Daddy takes care of me, but mommy doesn't.
Even if Daddy is not my real dad, he always says that I am beautiful and precious and his. Just like my real Daddy. But my real Daddy is long dead, but my stepdad is so good to me. Unlike mommy.
This is the time. I throw the mirror and picked up a broken piece. I've tried to slice my finger using it, and blood runs freely. I didn't feel any pain at all, so I supposed this should be enough.
I planned this a long time ago, and I'm gonna do it now. No one's gonna stop me. NO ONE!
I walked towards my mom's room. I saw her, lying peacefully under the mattress.
How dare her sleep peacefully?!
I inched closer at the edge of the bed. I slowly pointed the sharp broken mirror at her chest, ready to pierce her to death.
"Steffi, what are you doing?"
Oh! She's awake. This monster is awake.
"Hi, mommy. It's simple. I'm gonna stab you little by little until you lose your senses. Isn't it a great idea?"
"Steffi... No..."
"Will this hurt, mommy? How about cutting your throat first?"
"N-no. Please baby... Listen to me."
"Why would I listen to you?! Did you ever listen to me? Huh. You don't need to worry about your heart, because you don't have one! You're cruel, mom! Very very cruel! You don't even treat me as your daughter! You're a very bad mommy!"
I pierced the broken mirror into her chest. Blood splashed towards my face.
"Stephanie! AHHHHH!"
I didn't care about her groaning. It is music in my ears. I pierced the sharp object deeper, and deeper until her body was a pool of blood.
"You deserve this, evil woman! HAHAHAHA."
I burst laughing. I can't contain the happiness in my heart anymore, so I let it out. Even my hands were pierced but I didn't care. All I know was this give me so much joy, hearing this woman cry in agony.
"Baby, I'll ex-explain every...thing."
"SHUT UP!"
I pulled the mirror and push it on his chest once more. Then I pulled it out, and pierce it. Over and over again.
"HAHAHAHHAHA. Yes! That's it! Scream for your life! HAHAHAH."
I shouted and let out my rage. I thrust the broken mirror again and again. I don't care if hot blood covers my innocent hands. Well, nana. It isn't innocent anymore. HAHAHAHHAHA
"I am your mom, Steffi. W-why did you do this? I love you."
"You still dare talk? What a f*****g b***h!"
I looked at the masterpiece that I've created. I cannot see a tiny resemblance of my mother on this woman that I am with. She's a total monster!
"Steffi... G-go... Cab-cabinet."
I slapped her face very hard. "SHUT UP!"
She stopped moving, and even her breathing disappeared. I raised my hands full of hot liquid.
I did it... I just killed my good-for-nothing, worthless evil mother.
Does it make me a killer?
No! I don't think so. It's her who kills me every day.
My heart filled with laughter and contentment.
"What happened in here?! Holy s**t! Why is Sonia filled with blood?"
It's Dad!
"Daddy..."
I dropped the broken mirror and tears filled my eyes. Why am I crying?
He moved towards me and held my bloody hands.
"It's alright, sweetie. Everything's alright."
He kissed my head and then he smiled at me. Why did he smile? He's happy that I killed mom?
"I'll be right back. I'll get your clip, okay?"
He smirked and left my sight.
I was left there, confused, puzzled.
I slowly walked towards the cabinet. The cabinet where my mom pointed at before she died.
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