I ran outside to grab my fathers axe, he wouldn't be needing it anymore. He hadn't come home for five years. The shed door behind me creaked and moaned in protest. None the less I pushed and drug out my fathers tool box. It was rusted and green , moss had claimed it quite some time ago.
I didn't have time to think of that right now, mommy dearest could rise up on vengeance alone, she was spiteful that way. I walked calmly to where my mother lay face down in a pool of her own blood. "What a pity" I snickered "stained the carpet" I chuckled as I brought the axe down hard on her foot.
The rush of power made me strong and eager to continue, you see this was a crime of passion. A crime that deserved the upmost care. To kill in such a way as to make it intimate shows strength and I am not weak in the slightest.
Mommy dearest made sure of that. I chopped her into pieces and laid her out like a puzzle, then I grabbed a pairing knife from the block in the kitchen.
You see, mommy liked to play mind games. It's her own fault really, for she knew better than to show fear. Oh how the tables have turned mommy dearest. I thought while I scooped her body into a laundry basket and drug her to the bathroom .
I placed the pairing knife gently onto the counter while I ran some hot bath water. Rummaging through the washcloths I picked a white one, to show the blood I suppose.
When I turned to look in the mirror a Cheshire smile was planted across my face, fangs glistening, Eyes impossibly wide. I thought isn't this what you wanted me to become mommy dearest?
It didn't take long for the steam to cloud the mirror and I began scrubbing the remains of mommy dearest. Now was time for the fun part. I started with her head , peeling delicately her tissues off her body and placing them inside the laundry basket .
In no time at all her bones were the only thing left inside the tub. I grabbed a tooth brush and began scrubbing at them until there wasn't even a slightly pinkish hue left.
"Aren't you proud of me?" I asked her "this is far from over" I whispered. Just then I remembered the blood on the carpet, I rummaged through the closets looking for bleach. Soon enough there was nothing linking me to any sort of crime.
