The Killers

[Chapter 10]

It was morning. I was facing my alarm clock. It read 7:10 AM. Thank god it was the weekend, if it wasn't, i would be late for school. My thoughts came back to me, and i remembered last night. I flipped over to the other side of me to see if Jeff was still there. He wasn't. He was gone completly gone. The blankets didnt even look like they've been slept in. Like he wasn't there at all. The house was completly silent. I was suprised because you could always hear the tv downstairs blasting with volume because my mom can barely hear. No noise. I sat up, and tried to listen a little better to see if i was missing out on anything. Within a few seconds, i heard a static noise. It felt as if it was in my head, but at the same time, it felt as if it was in my house. I shook my head, but the noise was still there. I was so confused to why i was hearing this noise. I slowly opened my bedroom door, and i nearly tumbled down the stairs. The noise was a bit louder, but not much louder than it already was. I walked into the TV room. The TV screen was filled with static, and my mom was passed out on the couch. A burning ciggarette layed between her fingers. They were nearly burned. I rushed over to her, and i silently slid the ciggarette from between her burned fingers. The room reaked of ciggarette smoke. It seems now adays the only scent i can smell, is ciggarettes. The awful poison sticks are haunting my nostrils, and slowly making their way into my head. I'm so tempted by the drug. A pack of ciggarettes, and a lighter layed on the wooden table next to my mother. I just had the nerve to try it. That's it. Just try it. I slowly reached for the ciggarettes, and the lighter. But as soon as i was about to lay my hands on the two objects, my mother shot up out of her sleep. An angry look lingered on her face. "What the fuck are you doing?! Don't fucking touch my god damn ciggarettes! And don't touch my lighter either!" Before i could run, she hopped up, and slapped me in my face. She grabbed me by my wrists, and slowly began to twist them side to side, until a screamed in pain. "Now you listen to me honey, the human skin is hard to live in. Don't make it worse for me. Don't fucking touch my shit. Or i'll hurt myself, and tell the police that you tried to kill me, okay?" She said cruely, staring into my eyes. Her smeared mascara dripped from her bottom eyelashes, and her her hair was stringy and greasy. She looked like a ghost. A aparision. I then thought back to when i was younger. My mom and dad were still together. My mother was so pretty. So elegant. So classy. She was so beautiful. I remember her showing me her old yearbooks from when she was in middle school and high school, she was such a beautiful person. And now i look at her, and i'm afraid of her. I can't even bare to look at her for a second. This shows how bad love can damange you. It sucks the life out of you. You die inside. My mother slaps me, shaking me out of my thoughts. "Baby, i'm sorry." She said. She oviously was faking it. She looked sad, but i could tell she was full of fiery, and ready for more action. "Mom, don't fucking hurt me." I said grunting my teeth. I could see the suprise in her eyes, and it quickly fades away. "What did you just say to me you bitch?" She said deeply, as she twisted my wrists a little further nearly breaking them. It hurt so bad, inside and out. "I said, don't.fucking.hurt.me." I repeated. She unexpectedly punched me in the face, sending me flying down onto the ground. I tried so hard to keep the tears from falling from my eyes. She laughed. "Ha, now go cry you little weakling. Go fucking cry." She said smiling. Her yellow cracked up teeth facing right at me. She ran up to me and kicked me hard in my stomach. Blood shot out of my mouth. I couldn't breathe. It hurt. She kicked me
In my face, and i felt my head swell up, and i could hear my own heartbeat. I sat there, for several minutes, nearly dying of physical pain as she abused me more and more. She was right. I was a weakling. She stopped for a few seconds, and in the corner of my eye i could see expression. She was so mad. "Who's been leaving hickies on you?" She asked. I tried so hard not to answer her, but i knew i had too. "J-i began to say, but she interupted me. "WHORE WHORE WHORE SLUT WHORE!" She said screaming horrificly in my face. I couldn't smell anymore. I could barely see. I was helplessly dying right infront of her, and she didn't even care. No one cared. I was alone. Jeff wasn't here to protect me like he did all the other times, he was gone. My mother was like satan standing right above me. I was dying on her watch, and she liked it. I saw her pull a lighter out of her pocket. I relized what she was going to do. Light me up. She flicked the lighter on, and threw it onto my nearly dead body. It was an undescribable pain. It felt like i was being ripped open, and all my insides were going to melt. I screamed in pain. Everything was extremly blurry. I was suprised i havent blacked out yet. I watched my mother walk away, within the flames,laughing with joy. It made her happy to see me suffer, and that defintely hurt more than the flames burning my body. Out of my suprise, i saw a person i never expected to see. It was Jeff. I could just tell. The outline of his figure appeared through my blurred vision. I watched as he gripped my mother by her neck, and slammed her on the ground. "No!" I yelled. He didn't listen. He sat on top of her, and she screamed a horrific sound. I never heard her sound so fearful. He punched her several times. I heard grunts come out of her mouth everytime he did. It was awful to watch. I couldn't believe that it was real. I layed flat out on my chest across the carpet in the hallway. The carpet began to catch flames. I heard a very faint gasp for breath come out of her. And i heard nothing. Silence. It felt dead. Dead like the woods that one night. Absoulutely dead. I watched as Jeff got off of her, and he just stood there above her dead body, looking right at her. And then everything went black.