Horror drafts #1

Mama

Have you ever wanted to hurt someone? To kill someone, Cause They have. They have wanted and wished that They could take a knife and slice open someone's stomach, and let the guts spill out.

Why should They not? Don't the people deserve it? For everything they have done to Them. Tormented Them, hurt Them, made Them want to die. Hurt Them so much that They hurt Themselves.

It just doesn't seem fair to Them that others get to kill people by making said people kill themselves. Doesn't that still make them killers, murderers?

They wanted to hurt them too, these bad people who made Them feel so terribly sad. But what if they got punished for taking what's rightfully Theirs to take. Why can't They take Their life back from these thieves.

Why must They cry at night when all light faded from the world. The killers got to sleep and be peaceful, have a good's night rest. To wake up happy and fresh again, only so they can torment some more.

That's just not fair.

Why wasn't the world ever fair to Them. Did They not deserve it maybe, did They only deserve to suffer instead? Were They perhaps created to bring killers happiness like They wanted happiness.

Is that Their purpose in this world, could They change that purpose if They took back what the killers had stolen from Them. Could they mayhaps take back Their life?

Should They try? The book will help Them. The only thing mama had left for Them. A book that held no cover. No title. Written in pen, with worn and old pages.

Dark stains and ripped paper. And plants, preserved and dry pressed. Mama had told Them to use it how They saw fit before leaving. They have always wondered what mama meant. 

Could the words spelled out on the pages give Them life? Take the killers life? They wondered if using it would make mama come back. Did mama like it that much in the forest?

The book was held tightly to Their chest walking into the clearing where mama had left Them two years ago. It was a nice little spot in the very heart of the forest.

The ground was dry and barren, no flower or tree dared to bloom in it.  A perfect circle, people stayed away from it, they didn't like it. Some even said mean things about it, about Mama too!

Mama always liked it there, she would dance and sing all night long. Mama would say strange things then and sometimes other mama's would join too!

They have never seen the other Mama's outside those nights in the woods. But they were very nice, just like Their own mama. Would they come out this night too? The moon was full.

All big and round.

So pretty.

As They put Their little bag down on the dirty forest floor, They laid out everything the book said They would need, before removing Their clothes. It wasn't cold, the clearing never was.

First They put down the red cloth that mama would bring. Then a black stone bowl and a bottle filled with rain water. Mama always kept some around!

When the bowl was in place, They made sure to put some of the water in it before adding the hair. It was a pretty color, all soft and shiny. Nothing at all like Their own hair.

They had gotten into trouble at school for pulling it of a killer persons head but the book said They needed it, so why were They being punished?

It was only some hair, nothing to throw a fit over. It just grows back after all. The killer person didn't like it tho, said they would tell everyone what They did.

They don't see why the killer person is upset. They were hurt all the time but They didn't get the killer in trouble for it. That wasn't fair either.

So now They just have to punish said killer person Themselves! 

Adding the hair and some dirt They took out a black stone grinder. Slowly They mashed the dirt, hair, water mixture into a nice sticky paste.

The book said They would now need to say some of mama's funny words and add the last part before it was ready!

Pressing Mama's sharp knife to Their hand didn't hurt anymore. They were used to blades gliding over and through Their skin by now. It wasn't anything new to Them.

Watching the red drip into the bowl was mesmerizing, it just looked so pretty! Taking the grinder into their now bloodied hands They pressed everything together.

Not forgetting the special words of course!

When the paste had turned a faint red color, They poured it onto the floor and buried it in a little hole They had dug before.

Small red stems reached up through the layers of ground, sprouting the most beautiful berry's They had ever seen.

The berry's were big and round, a blood red color. Taking the Berry's from the stems They ground them into another paste, adding just a tiny bit of the rain water.

"Good job little one."

A hand that was not Their own reached into the bowl and ran their fingers through the mixture. The fingers were then pressed to Their forehead drawing a strange symbol.

It felt like a circle with lines running through it. Ending in five points, with one pointing upwards, towards the sky. A star.

Many hands smoothed the red berry paste over Their body and They giggled. A voice huffed in amusement above them. They smiled up at the woman standing before them.

Naked as they all were. There was no need for shame or shyness, all of them were as they should be. Where they should be. The woman smiled down at Them before speaking softly.

"Hello sweetheart."

I have no idea what i'm doing anymore XD

Write whatever comes out i guess.