Thursday, September 12th.
My name is Erwin Morghe, 22 years old, and tommorow I will die.
I have planned this for 6 long years. That was the year after my father left the house. My mother didn't know what was wrong, she tried calling him for hours everyday. She cried on the voicemail asking him where he was and why he left.
He never answered.
Within months my mother had fallen into a depression that she couldn't pull herself out of. She tried her best for me and my older sister, but she wasn't the same.
When my sister left the house with her boyfriend, with no way of contacting her, my mother couldn't take it anymore.
Two days later when I was at school, she killed herself.
When I arrived everything in the house seemed wrong. It was eerie. I called for my mother for a few minutes going through the house. She wasn't in the kitchen or her bedroom. Then I went into the bathroom.
The second I went into that room, my legs gave out. I couldn't hold back my tears. She was in the bath with her wrists slit.
I called 911 as quick as I could. The EMTs arrived 20 minutes later and took her away. I tried to go with them, but they wouldn't let me.
I cried for so long my sense of time become disoriented. When I was finally called by the local hospital, they told me she was dead. I figured as much from the second I saw her there.
That was when I decided I would make sure my sister and father would feel the pain that I felt.
During these last 6 years, I have found where my father and sister live. They were still in the city, but lived far enough away that I wouldn't be able to find them without going a mile or two away.
However my Father died from the flu last year because the AIDs he got from fucking some broad weakened his immune system. As annoying as it is that I can't have him pay for what happened. That means I only have one target.
And tomorrow, it all ends. My suffering will end and she will have paid for our mothers death.
I've been checking and double checking and triple checking everything today. Everything was in set.
As I went to sleep, I was giddy imagining the looks on her face when she found out what was happening. I eventually went to sleep at 10 PM.
I woke up suddenly at 3 AM. I felt something staring at me. I got up and looked around my room groggily. There seemed to be nothing wrong. So I went to the bathroom to take a piss.
*creak*
I heard a noise from my room. I ran to my room, and there was nothing there again. "Something better not go wrong after so many years of planning." I thought to my self. As nothing seemed off, I went back into bed.
As I was about to turn off my bedside lamp, I noticed a dark figure in the corner of my vision. Staring at me from the ceiling. Why was it standing on the ceiling. No time for that.
I hastily got up and pulled out my FN Five-seveN from under my bed, and aimed at the creature and yelled, "What the FUCK are you doing in my room. Answer me or I'll shoot you."
The creature looked at my gun. The gun was golden near the grip with silver accents and a silver trigger. The pistol slide was silver with golden accents.
The figure did not answer me, and instead smiled a wide smile seemingly from ear to ear.
"Don't act all smug you fucker" I said. I shot at the figures arms. There seemed to be a hole in the places the bullet went through. "Now answer me. Why the fuck are you here."
The figure was still smiling. The holes in his arms disappeared suddenly and it leaped at me from the ceiling, and bit my neck. It ripped through my skin with its teeth as if it was butter. It hurt like hell. I screamed and shot without looking.
The bullets seemed to do nothing to it. Then it opened it's mouth and spoke. "It seems I was a little bit early." It's voice was course, and unnatural, like nails on a blackboard.
"Wh- What the fuck are you?!?" The pain was getting unbearable. My eyes were getting weary now. I could pass out at any moment.
"You don't need to know that just yet, child." It's voice still annoyed me, but that didn't matter now. I felt like I was going to die. I was losing blood too quickly. Were all these years of me planning away all for naught? No, it won't be. I have to finish what I started.
I had 3 bullets remaining. I wasn't going to let them go to waste. I aimed at its abdomen as it was still close to me, but it seemed to be deep in thought not noticing what was about to happen. I don't know why the bullets didn't affect it before, but I wouldn't die without a fight.
I shot it twice before the pain in my neck grew unbearable. "AAAaaRGH" I screamed.
Everything seemed hazy. I couldn't see clearly, everything was blurrly. I suppose my goal won't be fufilled.
"...ne..ly...forgot...ro...bly...heal..."
And the world turned dark.