Mother

A Story by JR

Yes, I was in a very emotional mood when I wrote this, believe it or not it was for a friend. SHe wanted something "to make me feel sad, I'm so sick of all this fake joy" SO yeah! Gees... its depressing and not one of my best but enjoy!

“I love you” Don’t say that to me. “I want to be together always” No! Stay away from me. “Forever” Shut up! Get out of my head! “I love you. Always” Agh!

I awoke to the sound of rain; to the never ending onslaught of tears from an angry God. It was as if he knew what I was thinking and wanted the whole world to suffer as I did. Unfortunately, no one knew and neither would they understand anyhow. No one knew of what I had seen, what I had done, and what I had rethought of over and over again within my pounding skull.

With each flash of brilliant blue lightening the walls around me seemed to contain the dead. Shadows of cloaked figures, weeping women, winged demons, and rotted skeletons all crowded around, reaching out to grab me. They knew what I had done, and I was being judged.

They all claim that it was not my fault she did it, that there was no way I could have known. But they are all wrong. I did know, in fact I almost encouraged her to do it with every breath in my body. I had wanted her to finally fall into the depths of Hell and never climb up, to speak with Satan and become his w***e. It became almost an obsession of mine.

I am the one that grabbed Alexandria and told her of the wonderful place that Mommy would go to. I am the one that grabbed a hold of the kitchen knife and placed it against her throat. I am the one that whispered those final words to her only daughter “I love you. I wanted us to be together always and forever. I love you. Always.” And finally I am the one that cut into her neck just deep enough to slice through the trachea and a few major arteries. It was me that did it. Me! It was never her, oh no she would have never done such a terrible thing.

They all knew it too. I didn’t have to say a word and they already knew that I had killed her. And now they were coming to grab me and take me where I belong, not on this earth but to a place more terrible then Hell.

I got out of bed and took the few steps into the bedroom bathroom, flicking on the light and staring at the creature in the mirror. It’s large brown eyes, narrow nose, and thin lips were all set in a gauntly pale face. Deep purple crevices outlined both eyes and gave it a skeletal appearance. Long brown hair cascading onto jagged shoulder. Pert breasts over prominent ribs, contracted waist, pointed hip bones, and long thin legs were all pale. This beast to some was considered a great beauty, a willowy maid. Ha, looks can be deceiving. Almost like a Siren it pulled in prey to feast on and slowly destroy from the inside out.

I grabbed my hair brush and slammed it into the glass. From where my fist it outward it cracked into the shape of a spiders web. I looked back to see the dead coming closer and reaching out their putrid hands to finally take me from this earth. A sharp pain brought me eyes away; a piece of glass was sticking out of my palm. I pulled it out and barely winced as my blood began to flow freely.

The dead were almost here. I held the glass tight in my hand and brought it up to my throat. No longer could they torture me in the dark. I smiled. How fitting that I should die in the same way I had killed her all those years ago. Now I understand what she had had been feeling at the time; hope, grief, and a never ending cycle of love. Oddly ironic in a way.

One of them grabbed my arm and others tore at my flesh. I pushed it deeper into my throat and closed my eyes. I whispered once more before finally ending all the pain: “I love you, Mother. Always.”