~ Marge
AUNT HANA once warned about harbouring my emotions. She said that there will be a time that I will explode and I won't be able to control myself. I know what I did was wrong, but I don't feel guilty at all.
I feel satisfied.
I guess I'm not human after all. This feels like the beginning of my journey, I feel like I should embrace this darkness that's in me, welcome it with open arms. I should accept myself truly and not try to be someone else. I'm letting this darkness be my parasite and I will soon be immune to all these human emotions. I feel this void deep inside my soul and it keeps growing every second. It's like the part of my soul that died with my parents is resurrected. I think it's a demon soul.
I have killed, my hands are dripping with blood. By the end of this week surely my closet will decorated with corpses. Blood shed bring me thrill, the adrenaline that courses through my veins and the victims' cries piercing like music in my ears.
Their pain is what gives me a sense of life. Their screams make me feel alive and powerful. You know that moment before a person breathes the last breath is truly magical. The death of a person is beautiful. The whole process is just enchanting. When you look into their eyes and see their souls leaving the bodies, that's beautiful.
I got some bad intentions.
It feels amazing. All this power, it feels good. I feel unstoppable.
Aunt Hana told Lilith to go home as she has to deal with me. Me?! How could she possibly be able to do that? I have to say that I'm proud of my art work, Lilith truly looks like master piece. I think that she will need surgery, no make-up will be able to hide that shit.
After watching Lilith leave, aunt Hana turns to face me and I know the interrogation is about to start.
"Why?" she asks calmly. It's the calm before the storm. Shit is brewing u in her head.
"Lilith is an ass," I mumble
"Pardon?"
"Nothing, ma'am." I'm now putting on my good girl act
"Thought so," she mutters
I think she is trying to intimidate me. I'm positive in her mind she is plotting ways to kill me, alright I'm exaggerating, I know that she wants to spank me.
"I heard that you were in a fight. Now, please educate me on why a lady such as yourself would engage in a fight."
"She started it." I confess
Do any of you sometimes have an itching to slap someone? Well, I have that itching right now.
"I don't care! You are an adult, so act like one. You are impossible!"
"You are not my mother."
"I may not be your mother, but I raised you. I looked after you when they were no more than a memory."
"Well, now you don't have to look after me, I'm an adult. Let me tell you something, never talk about my parents," I say with a sneer
"How could you say that?" she says as tears spill from her eyes. She goes to the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water.
"I just think that I should move out. You have done so much for me and now I think that I should be on my own. Don't take it person, but I will never fit in to your lifestyle, being proper and all. I'm a dangerous person, I'm leaving before I lose control or hurt someone. I do hope that you understand." I truly mean it, I don't want them involved in my issues because I'm a psychopath.
"No, you are not leaving." I really do think that she is testing me, I'm now losing my patience.
"Lady, please get the fuck out of my way."
I close my eyes for a second. Oh no, my episode is starting.
"What happened to you? You were once a happy child and now I don't recognise the person that's in front of me." she's looking at me as if I'm a demon
I would probably be scared of me too, right now I'm sure that I look like a monster.
"I was always like this, you just did not notice"
"I want my little girl back."
"That little girl died when her parents were killed. You just never saw me as me because you wanted me to be someone I was not, and done sucking up to you and your perfect life."
"Get out! I wish you died with your parents!"
"You sure are creating your own grave. Never talk about my parents! I think I should kill you for the nonsense you are speaking." she is really pissing me off
"Child, I'm warning. Don't do anything stupid."
"I don't believe that I'm about to do something stupid. I should have killed a long time ago." I sneer
She looks at me wide-eyed as my sneer turns into a wide smile. Her eyes dart to the door, oh, so she is thinking of running away. How cowardly of her, shame.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I warn as I watch her race to the kitchen. My guess is that she might use the door to escape or she will grab a knife and fight. Both options are useless. I follow her to the kitchen, and yes, she is holding a knife.
"Your uncle will be back in a few minutes," she says hopefully
By the time he gets back I will be done with her. I will just have to face the consequences. Seriously, she poses a threat to my sanity, so I must eliminate her. If uncle Mariko has a problem with her dead, the I will have to put him down too.
"Okay, then he will follow you to the grave," I say cocking my head to the side.
As much as I enjoy taunting her and seeing her squirm, there is no time and I should put her out of her misery. It's time to kill the bitch.
"Wait---" I cut her off, yeah I know what she was going to say 'Are you going to kill me?' Like, yeah bitch, I'm going to kill you, I just said so.
"Yes, dear, I'm going to kill you now. This is going to be really fun." my eyes widen as I grin widely.
I stalk towards her and I take the knife from her shaking hands. Quick question; why would she hold the knife with both hands if she was going to stab me?
"Please don't," she begs as she backs away from me
"Hush now. So, tell me, how should I kill you? You know what? I still have uncle's gun, the one with the brown part. I haven't used it in a while. Should I use it or should stab you?" I'm so generous, she is luck that I'm giving her options, the others weren't lucky though.
"Please don't." she pleads
So ungrateful
"You know what? I think I should decide for you, since you can't decide for yourself."
"Margaret please-"
"Finish off that sentence and I will cut off your tongue." I warn her
I stare down at her since she is shorter than me. I pace towards her as she whimpers. I swirl the knife in my hand and smirk when her whimpers turn into sobs. She's definitely not going down without a fight, she is throwing anything and everything that she can get her hands on at me. It's the end of the road, for her that is, as her back hits the door. She struggles to open it as she is panicking, she is a fighter.
Oh, how I love this game; the predictor chasing the prey. It is truly one of my favourites.
I grab her just as she is about to flee, I drag her to the living room. I punch her on her face once we reach the living room, causing her to fall. I stab her thigh and blood drips from her cut. That smells delicious. I lick it and it tastes yummy.
Yum yummy
I go to her room to get uncle's belts and I tie her hands and legs. Let me tell you, it wasn't an easy job. I trace the knife on her skin, starting with her face. She screams in agony. Her face will be one hell of a master piece once I'm done with her. My claws elongate and I bury them down deep into her chest, squeezing and pulling out her gorgeous heart. I watch as her life fades away. I untie her and throw the belts in the bin, I don't know what good that will do.
She honestly looks better dead, pale is definitely her colour. She can be a superstar in hell, that is if she goes there. She better hope that she doesn't.