Beautifully Insane

Chapter 2

"I'm sorry. What?"
"I'm going to kill you. Man you are idiotic." I said sneering at her.
"What kind of dare is this?! Scaring a perfectly nice women like me?"
I hit her with my baseball bat to shut her up. People you're about to murder are so chatty. Gosh, they should know when to shut up. I sighed. I was going to have to move her. I took her by the arm and dragged her inside her house. I slammed the door behind, annoyed at how much work it was to torture and murder someone.
I brought Mrs. Sons to the basement stairs and pushed her down them. I followed, relieved that I got a break from dragging her. I slowly walked down stairs after her. I noticed a chair and a sewing kit on the table (that was next to the chair). I also noticed some rope in an open closet.
I got the rope out and lifted Mrs. Sons into the chair. Luckily Mrs. Sons was a thin women. I waited sitting in the other wooden chair, for her to wake up.
Twenty minutes later, I noticed her eyes flutter open and back closed. She was trying to trick me! I walked up to her and slapped her as hard as I could. She whimpered.
"Someone's trying to trick me! But you see, I don't appreciate that, my foe. So I'm going to sew." I said in a song song voice.
"What do you mean? You're going to sew?"Mrs. Sons asked in bewilderment.
"Well you dumb blonde, I'm going to sew your lips shut. Couldn't you tell from the poem?"
Mrs. Sons didn't answer, she just looked at me in horror. I got anger again. She was being rude not answering my question. I decided to keep her alive for all the torture.
"Before I sew your lips shut, tell me where Mama is."
"What? I don't know! Please don't do this! I won't tell anyone this happened if you let me go!" Mrs. Sons said pleading.
"LIAR!! DON'T LIE TO ME!!" I screamed at her.
I threaded the needle with white thread and cut a long piece of thread. I tuned Mrs. Sons pleading out because it was so annoying. I walked toward her while she screamed.
I stuck the needle in and did one stitch, while she was still screaming. I yanked the thread, forcing her to close her mouth. I did each thread slowly and carefully. Blood was dripping out of the holes I made, staining the white thread red. When I had finished she looked at me with so much pain in her eyes.
"Have you ever noticed humans are more beautiful when covered in blood and there eyes full of pain." I said looking at her in a new way.
Mrs. Sons was only twenty but she acted like she was older. Really she was just a scared little girl. I smiled seductively at her. I walked toward her and took off her clothes and grabbed my knife.
I slit her wrists and rubbed the blood all over her body. I rubbed until her whole body was covered in blood. She looked absolutely beautiful.
"Doesn't the blood feel nice?" I purred at her.
She looked at me horrified and in pain.
"You know your really sexy right now." I giggled.
I crouched in front of her and licked some of the blood off her body.
"Delicious."
I raped her. After I was done I cut of every limb, facial features and fingers/toes while was still alive. Then I slit her throat. I went and took a shower to wash the blood off. While I was in the shower I started to think about things. I abruptly stopped though, when I got out of the shower. I still didn't know where Mama and Daddy were!
I ran home after I had my clothes on and I saw the car in the driveway. I sighed in relief. They were safe! I ran into the house quietly. I saw their bedroom door opened, so I walked in.
They were having sex. Mama was on her period while they were doing it. I watched in fascination as the blood dripped down. Daddy noticed me.
"Oh shit!"
He covered him and Mama with a blanket.
"Honey! We were... wrestling." Mam said.
"Naked? I know you guys were having sex." I said in a calm voice.
"We are so sorry, honey!" They both said.
I walked away. I went to my room and lay down thinking. Mama and Daddy having sex was disgusting but the blood some how made it better. I was mad at them though. How could they make me worry like that?! I heard a knock at my door.
"Come in."
Mama opened the door wearing clothes.
"We need to talk." Mama said sitting on the bed.
"Where were you?! I was so worried this morning! I couldn't find you." I said crying.
"Didn't you get the note? We put it one your side table." She said walking over to my side table. She bent down and picked something off the ground. It was the note.
"Oh. I went looking for you."
"Is that why you weren't here?" Mama asked.
"Yeah."
"Weren't you worried about me?" I asked.
"No, because your a big girl now. I know you can handle yourself in emergencies."
"Oh. Can you and Daddy not have sex when you don't know where I am and also not around me?"
"Of course. I'm so sorry." Mama said looking embarrassed.
She walked out of my room. I sat in my bed thinking. I wondered if I was even remotely as beautiful as blood. I wasn't.
I had curly auburn hair that shines everyday. I had pale white skin and big blue eyes. I had long lashes and thin eyebrows. I was skinny and had medium sized breasts. It was embarrassing though because I was only in grade six. Most girls in my grade hadn't hit puberty yet. I sighed. If only I was pretty like blood.
Mama wasn't as pretty as blood either. She looked like me, except she had green eyes and blonde hair. Daddy was the one with auburn hair and blue eyes. Daddy was muscular and tall, Mama was approximately two inches shorter then him. Daddy usually whore suits because of his job. He worked at the bank. Mama usually wore paint splattered clothes because she was a artist.
Mama was painting when I finally went downstairs. She was painting an illusion of a little girl's shadow over a pool of blood. Mama usually painted gory paintings.
"Mama, I'm hunger."
Mama shrieked and whipped her head at me.
"What did I tell you about scaring me!"
"Sorry. I'm just hunger. You were to busy having sex, so you didn't make me breakfast."
"You better not throw that in our faces to get something from now on." Mama said as a warning.
"Alright, sorry." I said sheepishly.
Mama made me some grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch. She ate lunch with me and we ate in comfortable silence. That lasted two minutes because it was interrupted by police sirens.
Mama looked confused. She got up and looked out her window. I got up to look as well. Mr. Sons was sobbing on the ground. He was holding he's wife's head.
"Oh my god!" Mama said pulling me away.
I had been the one to do that but Mama couldn't know yet, she would hate me if she knew.
"Mama?"
"It's okay. Let's go play a board game, okay?"
"Alright." I said happily.
After hours of board games, Daddy came home from work. Mama told me to watch television while she had a chat with Daddy. I left the television on but snuck away, to ease drop.
"There's a psycho out there doing this to people! They could be someone we know!" Mama said frantically.
"I know. We need to keep Lucy safe." Daddy said.
There's was a knock at the door and I ran to answer it. I opened it to find a police officer.
"Hi."
"Hello Lucy. Are your parents home?" He asked.
"How do you know my name?"
"I'm Robert Kirk, remember?"
"Oh yeah! Sorry." I said sheepishly.
"It's alright." He said kindly.
"I'll go get them."
I walked to my parents.
"Mama! Daddy! Robby is here. He wants to talk to you guys."
They walked to the door and went outside. I didn't need to ease drop because I knew exactly what he was going to say. I decided to go take a nap because I wasn't feeling well.
I woke up a start and ran to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and threw up. I hadn't been sick in a year and I hadn't thrown up in even longer.
"Mama?" I called weakly because my throat hurt.
There was no answer. I looked at the window and saw it was dark. I groaned. I was going to have to get up. I stood up and walked out of the bathroom and toward my parent's room. I had to go downstairs to get to their room. I stood at the stairs, with black filling my vision. I took a step and feel down the stairs. I blacked out.
I heard voices around me but they all sounded very muffled. I tried opening my eyes but they wouldn't budge. I tried calling out for Mama but I couldn't do that either. I feel back to sleep.
This time I awoke of excruciating pain in my leg. I was able to wake up now. I screamed at the top of my lungs. A nurse came running in. She quickly gave me pain killers.
"We're so sorry Lucy! Let me get your parents." The nurse said.
Mama and Daddy walked in. Right when they walked in, I threw up into the bucket on my side table.
"Why are we in the hospital?" I asked.
"You broke you're leg sweetie." Daddy replied.
"Oh."
Six months later my cast finally came off. I was a little sad though because it was a red cast and I made everyone sign it in blood red marker. Sandwood Elementary had closed down because of Elena's death, nobody wanted their children going. Nether did Mama or Daddy. They homeschooled me. It was fun at first, but then they started acting like a stern teacher. That ruined it. Mama did it more than Daddy because Daddy didn't work at home.
"What's the square root of 36?" Mama asked me.
"I don't know, give me a calculator and I'll tell you the answer." I said sweetly.
"Don't talk to me that way! You would know the answer if you thought about it." She raised her voice as she spoke.
I stayed silent. I hated when she raised her voice. If I hated it so much there was something I could do. I could cut out her tongue. I kept thinking about, but decided not to. If I did that she couldn't say nice things to me or speck to me at all.
"It's 6."
"Very good, Lucy!! Let's take a break and get some lunch." Mama said.
"Tomato soup?" I asked hopefully.
She nodded and walked to the kitchen. She made the soup and brought it to the table. We ate in silence for awhile, until Mama broke it.
"Would you like to play with the other homeschooled kids today?"
"No one of them might be the psychopath." I replied.
Mama said nothing. She was thinking that I was probably right. Well I was. No one in this town knew who the psychopath was. I didn't either. Mama cleared the table after lunch and we continued school.
I became a quiet and closed it child again. I was probably considered the loneliest twelve year old in town. To be honest, I didn't mind. I had Mama and Daddy. Also there were no kids to be cruel to me. I had Elena too. She did what I wanted.
"Lucy, you knew I didn't want you to talk about this again."
"What? Me when I was a twelve year old psychopath." I giggled.
Dr. Drake sighed. Dr. Drake was my therapist. He was a man in his thirty's, he was muscular, tall, had tan skin and brown eyes. He had beautiful, glossy, short, brown hair as well.
"Are Mama and Daddy visiting today?"
"I don't think so. I'm so sorry." He said looking troubled.
"That's not fair! They barely visit because of what I did! I did it when I was fifteen and I'm twenty-one now! So it's been six years!" I screamed.
Two security guards ran in and sedated me. I feel asleep to Dr. Drake's troubled face. When I awoke my favourite nurse was in the room.
"Hazel! You came to visit!" I said with glee.
"Yes honey." She said smiling at me.
"Are you ready for your dinner?" She asked.
I knew what dinner was. It was good that's true, but they stuck our medication in the food. They tried to trick us but I'm not tricked easily.
"Yeah I'm ready for my meds." I said with a sigh.
"How do you know?" She said with surprise.
"I'm not easily tricked, Hazel."