sit up. The thumping voice drumming in my ears.
I don't know where it came from.
And I definitely don't know why it's there.
The drumming sounded faint, so I decide to follow the drumming. Hoping that I might find the source and stop it.
I pull the covers of, and I slowly stumble my way through the house in the dead of the night.
When I walk into the corridor, I feel the drumming coming from everywhere. It penetrates through my ears to my mind, pulling a rhythm inside.
My head started to go woozy and I knew that I had to do something about this situation or else I might go mad!
I knew I couldn't go mad but I still feared the people looking at me like some kind of freak.
And I don't want that!
I try. I try to focus. To find the source of this maddening voice.
All of my senses calms down and I hear it, no feel the drumming coming from my side.
I follow it.
I follow the vibrations and I reach near the attic door I very much despise.
Now I know what this drumming is.
It's her!
That bitch is now trying to make me a Madman!
But I won't let her! Oh no!
You watch as how I sanely shut her up.
Because that's what I am! Am I not?
A sane person.
But I don't focus on things already there.
I focus on the bitch trying to make me a Madman! Once again!
But oh! she won't be able to make me a Madman after I'm done with her!
A smile creeps onto my face as I turn around to grab my tools.
I love my tools.
With tools you can mend somthing, make somthing and in my case,
Break somthing.
I open the pouch and lay it on the table next to the attic door.
I must be ready before I teach her her lesson.
I touch every single one of my tools, just letting the soothing memories fill me up.
I remember how I stopped someone from throwing profanities at the others with my wrench.
I remember how I pulled that boy from delinquency to discipline with my favourite steel hammer.
I try to make peace. Try to make this world a better place with humans better than they were before.
I keep on going.
I keep on Feeling each and every single one of my tools before I find the right one.
Ah yes!
The pliers.
They pull away the bad peices inside somthing.
Maybe I'll let her choose which bad peice she wants me to pull.
I reach up high to grab the keys from the rack, no thanks to my short hight and I slowly open the door.
I step inside the dusty room, trying to get familiar with the forgotten room.
I look at the large window shining moonlight all around.
And that horrid smell that's been here for over an year.
I don't know what it is, but this smell seems to be seeping through out the house, because I could smell it every time that I go to sleep.
But I don't ponder over it because I have work to do here.
I need to stop her before she makes me mad!
I can still feel the uncertain drumming inside Myself and I can't help the rage as it fills me up.
"You!" I scream at her. "You're trying to make me mad again aren't you?"
She looks at me, her face all sagged and her eyes almost lost.
But I didn't fall for any of it!
Oh no!
She was just acting for attention! And I won't take up on any of it.
I hold the big pliers in my small meaty hands, surprised that I can hold such a heavy thing in the first place.
"You know I have never used a plier on someone. This is going to be fun." I exclaim before standing right in front of her, as that bitch cowers beneath me.
Yes. That's her place.
That's the place she deserves now.
All I want to do is stop the drumming.
But as I'm about to pluck a bad part from her body, the drumming gets so loud that I drop the pliers before covering my ears.
"Stop it!" I scream at her. "Stop the drumming!"
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
THUD.
I couldn't take it anymore.
The drumming kept on getting louder and louder.
I yell out in frustration and bang the fallen pliers on my mother's already peirced head.
Gods she had lost so much blood last time.
I could see that her hair had started to deattach from her decomposing skull and I couldn't be bothered more to do anything about it.
The drumming had stopped and I felt relieved of whatever that had me going mad.
"Don't try it again mother." I order her.
"I, won't my baby boy. I won't." She whispers.
And with that I walk out of the attic door, closing it from the behind.
As I walked out, I saw that the sun had started rising.
I then realised what today was.
My first day to middle school!
Oh goody!
I can't wait to make any Friends!