Blood On The Carpet

Really short story, twisted. but i like it

 

She stared down at the carpet that was definitely going to stain. Oddly that was the thing that bothered her most. Anyone else would be shaken by the fact that they had just driven a dagger into the heart of another human. But she was staring at the carpet. She had just had it cleaned, and it’s not as if that comes cheap. Even more expensive she suspected when you were having blood removed.

That would definitely be an interesting story for the carpet cleaning man. She set down the dagger; it wasn’t exactly like she wanted to be found hovering over a dead body dagger in hand. Not that she would really mind. She would spin a story about how it was self defense, how he had hit her. She was a very good liar.  Not that he hadn’t hit her, he had but only after she pulled out the knife on him and in all reality who doesn’t try to hit someone who is about to kill them.

 She sighed, at least he stopped talking. That was definitely the best thing about this situation the silence that she rarely had after this oaf entered her life. He had cried too, pleaded even for her to not do it. Said he could change be better, listen. But she had heard that all before too many times to believe it ever again.

 She hadn’t intended to kill him at first, only to scare him a little. Make him think about the decisions he had been making. Pull out the knife see him squirmed for a little while then put it away and pretend it had never happened. Convince him that it hadn’t, but oh it had.

She smiled a twisted smile ends of her lips turned up with malice. He wouldn’t be whineing anymore little freak. With his stupid music blasting into all hours of the night. He was so needy, rude, and inconsiderate. She was surprised she had lasted this long without snapping.

And what makes it worse is here he was, staining her carpet again. His blood seeping out into the fresh clean carpet, hadn’t she told him a million times to clean up his own mess. She couldn’t just leave it there though. She grabbed his ankles and pulled him down into the basement into the fireplace.

“I told you what would happen if you were naughty, I told you not to be a bad boy. But you didn’t listen” she yelled at the body. For the first time tears clouded her eyes. “You brought this on yourself you did, wouldn’t clean your room” she stared down at the body again. Dark brown eyes staring vacant and empty, skin pale with lack of blood. Face still contorted in pain, agony, and disbelief.

 Now the regret came, just a little of it. He hadn’t been so bad she assumed the music wasn’t all too loud. And he did eat his vegetables sometimes, not always but sometimes. But he had still brought it upon himself, not cleaning his room. She had begged him for days, taken away his toys, and grounded him. And still the mess remained.

She pulled him all the way into the fire and threw on a log. He did this to himself, it wasn’t her fault. She walked back up the stairs with a jug of bleach in hand. Now if only he hadn’t stained the carpet. Then all of this wouldn’t be so bad.  

Reviews

[Jake Donald Stephens]

I love it, but that's probably because I'm so evil.
She should have gotten a house with a red carpet.
Mwa haha.

[melissa]

Wow I agree with dancing monkey it is creepy but a great story love it

[DaNcInG MoNkEy]

its ...creepy

[Marie Starr]

I LoVe this :) It's so "A Modern Proposal..." showin' ur roots there, gurl :)