User:KynoChan

“I think everyone enjoys a nice murder, provided he is not the victim.”

-Alfred Hitchcock



I was walking the city of Tuscaloosa, Alabama, looking for a bus stop, the air was chilly and I wanted to get home quick. I checked my cell it was almost eight. I huffed a white cloud of precipitation adding color to the night air. I looked at the bus schedule again, the bus should have been here by now. I decided that getting grounded would be better than freezing my butt off out here, I dialed home and waited to hear my mom screaming at me through the phone, asking where I’ve been, and I would have to explain how I got into the city 'again''. '''But instead I got dad, “Where have you been Cindy, we’ve been looking all over for you!” he screamed sounding more hurt than angry. “Dad what’s wrong?” I asked my teeth chattering. “Zach… is he with you? Put him on the phone Cindy.” Dad demanded fiercely, I cursed him and told him to calm down and tell me the whole story, thoughts of the recent shootings ran through my mind, and I answered dad sadly, “Dad, Zach isn’t with me, how long has he been gone?” I asked a growing worry grew in my throat, I wanted to hurl. I heard dad screaming and crying in the phone, calling me a liar, I felt tears rushing down my face, Zach….



I ended up calling one of my friends her name is fuzzy now, as is her face, but I got home and my mother was blanked out, her face showed no emotion and dad well dad was huddled in a corner, holding Zach’s pictures, sobbing like a little baby. I walked over to the window and looked out, and watched as a car passed by their headlights blinding me for a moment. I turned to dad “Dad…” I asked “Have you called the police yet?” I turned back around and pressed my forehead on the window. I looked at mom, she just looked at the wall.



A few days later we got a phone call, mom answered and, I saw her collapse on the floor,

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">   Dad wailed and I knew- Zach was gone. I went over and picked up the phone. “Hello?” I mumbled, a gruff voice answered.” I’m sorry Mrs. Dornan, but we’ve found your son, we need you to come downtown to answer some question.” I hung up the phone, and picked mom up off the floor and told her we had to go, grabbed dad and handed him the keys. As we got in the car and pulled out mom turned to me, her face was angry. “It’s all your fault, he’s dead because he went looking for you!” She yelled turning back around, I didn’t cry, I was used to this, her outbreaks, I was used to the way she resented me. But this time it ticked me off, I was tired of getting this, and in the present place we were in, with Zach dead and being ignored- I felt the blood rushing to my face, my heart beat faster, I felt that sicking rush in my throat but instead of vomit I screamed I swung at her and her face hit the window, Dad looked back at me and let go of the wheel, we swerved violently,and mom grabbed the wheel. He swung and hit me several times, after he stopped and turned around I saw something coming from the tree lines, whatever it was it came running in front of the car, I screamed. “DAD LOOK OUT!” he jerked the wheel but we still hit it, time felt like it was going in slow motion, as the car flipped, twirled, and rolled until we hit a large tree. I flew through the windshield, glass cutting into my face, branches, and thorns cut into my skin, ripping me apart, I landed hard on my chest, knocking the wind out of me. I gasped but couldn’t find my breath. I looked up and coughed and saw blood. I groaned, and looked for the car it was so far away, I looked around, I saw what we hit, or what was left of it, its’ brown fur was covered in blood and branches stuck out of its mid- section, its head dangled from its spine, I saw the car had pinned it, mom and dad were inside. I faded in and out as I saw that a crimson color painted the windshield. I felt a tear fall from my eyes, I tried to stand, but fell back down; I struggled to sit up and reached in my pocket and called nine one-one.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">When the ambulance showed up, I was freezing and the snow pilled up around me. They found me, what felt like hours later and put me on the stretcher, and carried me up the hill. We passed the car and I watched in horror at how totaled it was. It looked as though the car had folded in on itself, the mangled metal and glass combined with the blood and the flickering of the lights from the emergency vehicles was too much and fainted.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">When we got to the hospital I had finally woke up, much to the joy of the staff. I was rushed into the operating room and went under. The next few weeks went by in a painful whirl, when they finally let me look in the mirror I screamed with fright and hatred. A pink gash went from my hair-line to the bottom of my collar-bone and stiches covered my bruised face. It was then that I noticed mom had never visited, I punched the mirror and grabbed one of the large shards from the sink and gauged my right eye with it. The nurses and doctors rushed in and restrained me, on lookers from people visiting others stopped and watched in horror as they ripped the glass from my hands. When they released me I was silent until I saw my mother, I stared hatred at her, while she stared blankly back at me. I punched her and waited for her to punish me. Nothing. So I grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to me, I could smell her cheap perfume. “Where have you been? Didn’t you get the hospitals messages? Doctor Smith called the house and your cell. Why didn’t you answer?” I cried demanding an answer. She just smirked and grabbed my wrist, dragging me out the door and to the new Cadillac, when a young male nurse strolled out toward us. Mother smiled and let me go, holding her arms outstretched and I watched with complete disgust as she kissed him. They stared to talk; I turned from them and got into the car. I stared hatred at her from the window, and watched as he put his arm around her waist and looked at me. I rolled my eyes, he smirked and winked at me. I turned around and looked around the car and laughed, it was littered with pictures of them on dates, trash and unmentionables. I picked up one of them and ripped it to shreds. They were holding hands looking down at a casket, mom was crying and he looked like he was trying not to laugh. I punched the window beside me and felt the glass shatter around me. He walked my mom back to the car and got in on the passenger side. He looked back at me and offered me his hand. I pit at it and growled at him, he drew his hand away, and told mother is would be a good time to get us to the graveyard to visit my father and Zach. We left the parking lot, and I smiled as I saw a large piece of glass and wrapped my fingers around it letting it cut into my palm. I looked down at the blood spewing out and pooling on the seat beside me, and squeezed my hand tighter, the pain came in a flashes, but I soon became entranced with the warm red liquid pouring from the cut. We pulled up into a cemetery, people stood waiting for us, we came to a stop and the nurse guy got out. Mom locked the door and turned to me. A smile on her face, like she was about to tell me some amazing news, and I had a feeling it involved the weird male nurse she called Jerry. I felt that overwhelming rush of vomit coming back into my mouth and smiled back at her. She smiled back and continued to talk, I felt my smile widen and I rubbed the sharp edge of the glass then looked back up at her. I smiled so wide my face felt like it would explode. I grabbed her head rest and in one quick moment I was in her lap, the glass up against her throat. I kept smiling at her and dug the piece of glass into her eye, blood and black liquid was gushing from the socket, I smiled wider, and brung the glass out eye and all, I hadn’t eaten anything that morning and I’d always been curious of how the human eye would taste so I put the sticky bloody thing to my lips and took a bite. It was sweet and I was famished so I cut into her other eye and bit into it too. Her screams had started to attract some of the people, who came rushing to the car, someone screamed it sounded like Jerry, but I didn’t care the screams sounded more like children’s laughter in my ear. I cut into her lips and bit into them, they were chewy and soft, I looked down at her, her once beautiful face was destroyed, I laughed and looked at the people rushing to the car, they started to bang on the window and pull open the doors, I covered her mouth and bit into her neck, taking a large chunk of flesh and meat I felt the blood splatter on my face as I chewed the meat and put my face up to the window and smiled, a few people backed away from the car. I looked back to mother, her breathing raspy and gurgling. I sat there holding the glass in my hand twisting it around and watching the sun light hit it; I looked down at mother and tilted my head to the side, smirked and shoved the glass into her forehead, and dug it in. “How’s it feel mom, how does it feel knowing no one loves you and won’t even try hard enough to save you? What? You didn’t seriously think I’d brush off the fact that you moved on so soon after dad and Zach’s death now did you? Oh you did? Tsk, tsk.. Bad choice mother.” I said pressing the glass deeper into her. A gurgling and crunching sound came from the hole I’d created, and her body went still, I looked out the window again people were fleeing and screaming, I took the chance and grabbed the bag of clothes from the hospital, unlocked the door, and it kicked it opened then sprinted into the forest. I stumbled upon an old church, it looked like it had been abandoned for a while. Its steeple looked like it was crumpling in and some of the windows where broken or missing. It would be perfect, I walked in and sneezed, it was full of dust and the pews where a rotting mess. I looked at the alter, another pitiful excuse of one, I saw stairs and went to investigate, when I reached the top I saw that the attic, which I had entered, had a sweeping wood frame, and the floors seemed to go on forever. And it was full of old furniture that cobwebs hung and clingged to the white sheets covering them. Candles littered the room, I ventured around the mounts of furniture and looked for a place to sleep, taking off the sheets as I walked by dust smothered out nearly all the air, I saw sunlight near the back wall and went toward it. A small shudder window sat slightly opened, I pushed on it, it didn’t move, I used more force and felt it budge, and kicked it open the rest of the way, and fresh air filled the room. I crawled up to the steeple and looked out over the graveyard, police cars and hounds where searching the grounds and howling, I snickered and went back down to the attic. When I came back down to the sanctuary, my smile was as wide as the sky. It would need work but that would be fine. I sat near the alter, and basked in the glory of my new home, and started getting to work. Later that night when everyone but a few cops were gone; I sneaked past the cops and went back to the place where we crashed and smiled. The deer we hit was still there, I freed it from the tangle of sharp limbs, the only half I could salvage was the head, I cleaned it up and sewed up the places that needed it, then looked at its face. It was kind of cute; it would make a nice house-warming present. Once I had put it in its rightful place near my bed I looked around in the back and found a small shed, I found a large heavy shovel and went back to the graveyard, and looked for where Zach and my father had been buried. I smiled when I found them and started digging up shovelful by shovelful, until I hit the hard wood of the coffin. I nearly cried with joy as I threw open the lid. And there laid good old Zach, star athlete, straight A student, and all around good guy. As he was known to everyone around him; but I knew who he really was. I smiled as the memories flooded in, all the times he had helped me sneak out, all the fights he backed me up in, the guys he’d beat the crap out of for breaking my heart. I felt a tear roll down my face, I bent down and hugged him, and dragged him up out of the hole and filled in his grave. I walked over to Dad’s grave and did the same, to my shock they had put mom in with him. I looked at her in anger, I hit her neck, once, twice, three was the lucky charm I guess, as it rolled around I grabbed it and put it in the bag, then took out the small blade I had found when I had rummaged in moms dresser one day when things where normal. I sliced open her sternum, cutting through muscle and layers of tissue, finally I found what I wanted, I cut the remaining arties out and put her lifeless heart in the bag.

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">Suddenly I heard footsteps running toward me, I looked out, the sight shocked me it was a tall old priest, screaming at me. He fell in and I hit him with the shovel and gashed opened his throat. Gurgling sounds came from his mouth, I enjoyed this part. I did it again, and laid the headless priest into the coffin took out a note I had written while I was in the hospital, placed it in his hands and closed the lid. I rushed into the woods, and walked up the stairs of my new home and laughed, taking out the bounty I had found, taking one of the eyes and placing it in my mouth. “Ah, sweet as chocolate…” I smiled again, and looked at mom, she looked sad, but oh well best not let it go to waste…

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<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">A few days had gone by and police had started to look for the priest and found him, I saw the horror on their faces as they opened the lid to dad’s coffin and found my headless mother and priest inside. I watched them from the top of the steeple and chuckled as one of the cops, who must have been a rookie, barf and stumble toward the car. The older one, a fat middle aged man held his nose and pulled up my note, read it and went pale white.

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">A few weeks later I walked the streets of downtown Birmingham and saw a newspaper, I picked it up and smiled. The headline read: ‘TWO BODIES FOUND IN ONE GRAVE, THIRD BODY MISSING’

<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua","serif"">I scrolled down the column and snickered at what the eye witnesses had said. Some calmed me to be a sweet cute girl(That must have been Jerry), while others claimed that I’d had this wild unpleasant gleam in my eyes since the car crash. The end of the report said for people to avoid the graveyard until police could capture this…. Twisted, sick monster hiding in the woods. I smiled and looked up, a girl with blue highlights and a thin build came up to me. “What are you smiling at?” She asked. I looked up grabbed her arm and mouth and dragged her into a nearby ally. I continued my spree for about six years and went back into hiding. Waiting, plotting, for my return.

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