The Dark Pit Within

Hiding

After quickly putting on a plaid shirt and some torn jeans on. I made my way downstairs to the middle floor I thought why did my mind have to bring up such a horrible story of my past?... At least I don't have to deal with stuff like that anymore... "Hey maggot!" Jen quickly yelled. "Get in here and eat food so you can work." I paced my way into the kitchen to see a small arrangement of food with old (slightly moldy) cheese, stale bread, and an apple. Next to it was Jen eating eggs and bacon on a platter. "What are you looking for?" Jen snarled. "Grab your food and get out." I quickly took the food and made my way outside. I sat down on the steps leading out the door and started picking off the small mold spots on the cheese. I don't know why she can't give me any of  the good meals she has. Jen would only give me regular meals on special occasions like if there was a visitor or it was the only way to feed me. I'm just happy she doesn't starve me, I thought as I got the last bit of mold off the cheese and started to eat. Jen and I live in a cottage where I slept in the attic. There was not really anybody that lived near except a widower that took care of chickens about a mile away.

After finishing my little breakfast and made my way inside Jen commanded me to clean my attic room which I couldn't deny was getting messy because I never was able to take care of it because of Jen constantly having me do other things and she was never happy to know if I was resting in my room or anywhere in general. I cleaned up after my room till it looked organized and I was able to walk without tripping over anything. Next I was to do yard work and after that eat lunch (which was another apple and left over eggs)  and after lunch clean every inch of the house Jen told me to and get hit by her if I didn't do it perfectly or if she found me resting a little. I started to clean the dishes and scrub but I left some egg on one of the plates and Jen had well enough of an eye to see the mistake and freaked out more that she usually does. she growled a little, picked up the plate and yelled "Look who didn't even notice this chunk of disgusting left over!" And hit me in the face with the plate. Which knocked me to the floor and she threw the plate at me as hard as she could which bounced off my shoulder and shattered across the floor. "Now get up, sweep it up with a broom and clean the rest of the dishes you pathetic excuse!" Jen yelled at me as I started to crawl back up and on the way out Jen kicked me in the ribs which flushed the air out of me and I fell back down. I hate you you disgusting wretch I thought. I got up swept the shattered plate and got back to the dishes. The anger was boiling within as I cleaned the dishes and I luckily shoved my hand to the bottom of the dirty dishes to grab a plate to clean and gripped a piece of metal and felt pain start to shoot up my arm from what I grabbed. A knife! I quickly regretted the fast movement as I shot my hand back to see a big cut into the middle of my palm. I can't let Jen see or she will hurt me! I carefully took the blade out of the sink to see it was a small blade with black handle. Why couldn't you go into Jen instead of me?! I thoughts as I scolded the inanimate object. And my heart skipped a beat of thinking of Jen getting stabbed. . . I quickly put the blade in my back pocket to keep in secret as I thought of the dream of last night and Brenda. . . What if that happened to Jen I thought and mind went a little dark as I thought of Jen getting killed and I had a twisted smile on my face and I quickly flashed back into reality and frowned and pushed the blade to my back pocket. When did I become so dark? I thought a little scared at how the thought of seeing Jen dying made me happy in a twisted way. I quickly took care of the dishes and washed the blood from my palm and put a cloth in my palm and tried my best to hide it. I looked from the kitchen to the living room to see Jen sleeping on a couch. Now's my chance to go to my room and hide it all. . . And then I noticed how. . . Open and defenseless Jen was asleep and I felt the blade in my back pocket. I could just. . . End it here and never have to suffer another hit. My breath slowed as I felt my hand start to reach for the blade in my pocket and my breath almost stopped as I felt the handle of the knife. You deserve this Jen my dark twisted side slowly said in mind and my logical side quickly said you can't it would be to obvious and why are you even thinking of killing her?! and my hand left the blade and I went back upstairs slightly ashamed at myself and freaked out at how dark my thoughts were getting towards her. I made my way to my room and found a corner on a shelf in a closet that no one would ever find and I retired to my bed and it took me longer to sleep because the dark thoughts were crawling on the edges of my mind. My last thought before drifting to a deep sleep was you deserve this Jen.