White Noise

Its Called My Disease

*listen to my disease by a skylit drive*

I kept my mouth covered. She steps closer to me and I flinch away. The White Noise stopped and my music went back to normal. I looked back to see if she was there, but she wasn't. I looked into the mirror and she was there, smiling at me.

"Why darling, why are you afraid?" She says calmly. "I'm just like everyone else." She sits on the counter next to me. "Let me tell you about myself since you're new to the house." She coughs.

"Um okay." I stuttered out.

"I killed myself. I'll tell you how and why. Well as you can see, I hanged and cut myself, but I also took pills, cyanide." She ended softly. "I killed my own children. Not by hand but I couldn't take care of them. They died of sickness and disease. I certainly didn't have to money to take them to a doctor. I had to sit there and watch my children. Suffer. I couldn't take it when they died. My husband, cheated on me with the land owner's wife, Sarah. I killed him. He lied to me. He lied to our children. The children didn't need a thoughtless and an untruthful father in their lives. So I took him out. I buried him next to the lake." She coughs. "So I decided to take my life too. Aha it was just easy. Like fixing a mistake. Just like that. I took a noose, a razor and cyanide pills. I got on the noose, took the pills, and cut myself. I died on June 6, 1906. Right before Lilah moved in."

"What did the razor look like?" I say. As I said that, Lilah walks in and stands at the door way.

"The one on her neck darling." Hannah points out. "Just like that."