My second offence, the day after my mother hit me. I've planned the perfect scene. No one will know it was me. They will think that poor girl, her mother has died. I waited for my father to rush out to work. My mother gets up at 8:30 am after my father has left. So I waited for her. It felt like hours but it was only 10 minutes. The floor creaked, she was finally awake. Then she walked out of her bedroom near the steps. I was hiding in the bathroom, I rushed out and I pushed her with all my might. I never knew I would have the will to kill my own mother. She turned on me, she had it coming. She fell and fell,I counted every step. There were 13 now covered in her blood. I raced to the phone to call 911, but I first checked to see if she had a pulse she didn't. Her eyes were wide open. They looked empty; blood was rushing from her head. I never knew how powerful it would feel to kill my mother, a human.
When the police came, I opened the door with tears in my eyes. They weren't real tears, I had to make them think I was a little girl crying for her mommy. The police fell for it,they did not question me about the scene. An ambulance came and so did my father. He consumed me in a hug. They took my mother away in a body bag. The next week was hard on my father, I had to act like it was hard on me. Then after we put her in the ground, my father began to drink heavily. He acted foolish. He was getting on my nerves. He was missing work, I was missing school. He was drunk all the time. I was getting sick of his foolish ways. Sense I didn't have school today because of him, I was going to enjoy the neighborhood for once. I was sitting on my front porch steps with one of my old notebooks from school, trying to think of a plan to desolate my father. A girl from my school came and sat next to me, I think her name is Jolene. I lived in a vacant neighborhood. There are only 6 run down houses on my street. It's deep in the dark woods. You wouldn't dare walk through it during the night. So I was very surprised to see Jolene here. She asked" Why haven't you be at school? Everyone is asking about you. Some think you are dead! Others think that you had run away." I was amused on how she could talk so fast.
I replied in an unused voice "My father became a drunk'in mess. So I was kicked out of school."
She responded "Well that's a sham." She smiled at me. It was weird. I haven't got a smile sense my mother died. Well since I killed my mother.
Jolene looked trustworthy. I needed to work on a way how to kill my father. He didn't take care of me anymore. So if I can't use him as a piece in my game. Then it's time to get him out of my game of life. So I need to confide in her, make it sound like as if a joke. So I spoke to her in a settle voice "Do you think you can help me with something." She smiled slyly at me. It's was as if she knew what I was asking. I think my notebook title gave me away.
Jolene whispered "of course I can help. What you should do is wear gloves. Your fingerprints might get on items you touch without them. Make it look like a robbery had happen. Steal the most valuable things you see. You need to catch your father off guard, while he is drunk. Do you have a gun in the house?" Jolene was very flamboyant. She said every word with confidence. Like she knew what she was doing. She was not joking either.
I answered "Yes we do have a gun in the house. So I shoot my father. Then trash my house. Look for anything valuable, put it in a bag. Take the finds somewhere no one would think to look." She nods slowly. I wrote down the plan of action in my old notebook. I plan to carry it out tomorrow. So I can just get it over with. Jolene said she would help with getting the valuables....
