The Night

Backstory/Chapter One

I fell asleep. I can't believe I fell asleep. I wake up feeling my back ache in pain as the rough solid couch starts to creek as I stand up. As I turn around I start to see my mother laying in a chair with her head missing. It's around here somewhere. I thought to myself. I start to walk over to her, as my feet gracefully step across the floorboard. I start to take in and remember my surroundings when something caught my eye. My mothers head! Finally! I thought to myself. I started to take in the image I was seeing. My mothers head laid there with both her eyes popped and squashed on the floor. Her body lay tied to a chair motionless as I started to look around for my father. He wasn't far from my mom as he was laid sprawled on the ground with an axe going directly in his skull. I can't believe I have to clean up all this blood...I thought to myself. You were the one who killed them remember? My mind responded to my own thoughts. Shut up! I didn't ask for you to respond, now go away. I contradicted myself. I walked over to the kitchen as I started to reach for the bleach and a cloth to wipe away the blood, as I remembered. Fuck! My brother, I forgot to deal with him, shit. I dropped the cloth and bleach and started pacing towards the stairs. I walked up them quietly, making sure to step on the sides of the steps, slowly, not making a single sound. I paced down the hall, stopping in front of my brother's door. I noticed that the door was slightly cracked open as I gently pulled on the door handle opening the room. He wasn't in his bed. He wasn't here. I had to clean up. I had to leave.

I rushed downstairs and started to get rid of the bodies, only keeping their heads. I charged outside throwing both their bodies in a twelve feet hole I dug earlier. I threw their bodies into the hole as I started throwing dirt onto the lifeless corpses. I got to eight feet as I dropped a body of a dead deer into the hole and started to finish filling the rest of it in. I walked into the house and finished cleaning up the blood off the floor. After I finished all the cleaning I stood in the center of the house just taking one last look at everything. Spotless. The house was absolutely spotless. The chair that used to contain my mothers lifeless body was now cleaned to the brim and no blood was held on it. As for the floor, it was the same. The dark auburn floors were now shiny as a car after a car wash. I believe the floor was cleaner than before I killed my parents. As I took one last look at everything breathing it in I trudged to the front door. I pushed my hands deep in my pockets rumbling around for the house keys. As I found them I slowly pushed the key in the hole locking the door. I walked in a stride towards my BMW and unlocked the car. My fingers graced against the door and the memories started to flood back.

"You fucking bitch you don't do anything for this family!" I was sitting in the dining room finishing my dinner as my drunk dad trampled toward the kitchen. He found me. I looked into his eyes as I saw mixed emotions. All full of regret, anger, and disappointment. The only thing I was sure of was that he was furious. He started pacing towards me but I just stood there waiting for the impact. His rough hands slapped hard against my face and my head whipped to the side. The stinging pain was the only thing resident after my fathers hand left my face. He stormed out of the kitchen going up the stairs and slamming the doors to his room. I raised my hand to my cheek and started to caress it trying to get rid of the burning sensation. I didn't even try and clean up my dinner as I headed right upstairs and went to bed. I woke up in the afternoon as I didn't feel like getting up and going to school today. I walked down the hall stopping at my brother's door only to see my brother playing with his toys in his room. I slowly smiled to myself as I closed the door. I started to hear muffled noises, "Oh yes! Right there!" Someone was fucking moaning in this house, I already knew who it was. Let's just say my mother can't get a job from the intellectual standpoint so she got one from a more physical side. This was nothing I wasn't used to as it happened almost everyday. I walked downstairs ignoring my mom's hideous noises. Walking past the front door I stood in front of the window peering outside. By the looks of it my dad got a new car. A fresh beautiful BMW.

I started to regain my senses as the flashback subsided. Hopping into the BMW I started racing down the road. This was gonna be one long hell of a night.