He sits at the dinner table eating his food he made himself a cup of noodles. That he bought with his own money, he gulps down a huge bite, he barely gets to take care of him self. He finishes eating and throws away his cup, when walking towards his room he hears the front door open, his mom. Oh . He turned his head and welcomed her, she's angry. Again.
'so hungry..'
"Now. Why did your sister call from the principal's office that her lunch box wasn't there? did you forget to pack it?! You're so stupid. It's ONE simple job and you can't do that. At least give her an apple! Unless you want her to starve!? DO YOU? Oh dear I don't get what I did wrong. I am TIRED of you and your stupid mistakes I HAVE TO DEAL WITH!!"
She continues to blame the boy, he just stands still. Listening to her, 'She left her lunch box at her friends..you know that. She told you,' he thinks to himself. "ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?? oh my god of course you aren't. Mind as well call you deaf! And then we will get discounts out of pity Then you will actually be worthy of something!" His mom continues. He nods and apologizes, hoping she finishes. "WHATEVER! ever since your dad left you been a brat! You're lucky enough I got you your own room! Stupid fuck." She finally stops and walks to the living room and sighs.
'I'm tired.' he said to himself before heading to his room and locking the door behind him. The boy plops into his bed and sits up. He opens the drawer and puts in his music, "thank you for this mp3, friend." He smiled gently, it was friendly..but forced.. he puts in his music and lays down looking at the popcorn roof above him. 'so tired.' he thinks, then the boy closes his eyes. 'Oh, mom. You always assume the situation before reading it.'
'Oh, mom. You're so stupid.'
....
'So hungry.'
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The boy wakes from his nap and sits up rubbing eyes. With his earphones still in his ear, he stares into the popcorn roof again before getting out his room and seeing his mom passed out the kitchen. And smiles, it was a cold smile. The boy starts cooking eggs, And serves them into three plates , he gently places them in the wooden table across the kitchen counter. He looks at a knife laying on the table, shiny and clean. He then looks at his sleeping mom on the light coffee color couch. 'its deserved.' he says with a gentle smile. This time a sincere one.
He grabs the knife and walks Infront of the couch where his mother is laying. 'you bitch. Think you can get away with all the shit you did? Keep dreaming you hyperventilating roach.' He chuckles at himself before holding the knife tightly making his knuckles go white, he rises his knife up. With the sharp point facing the ground, or his mothers chest to be exact. Swoosh ...
Stab. Stab, stab stab stab. The boy smiles evilly before making a finale clean cut between his mother's bloody stomach. He drops the knife on the floor before using both his hands to open the cut, he sees her guts. With cuts in them by the other stand he did, he smiles admiring his word, that's homemade.
The boy reaches his hand to the guts. And pulls them off her insides. Making the bleeding drip across the floor. With nasty smells fulling the air, not to him tho. It's the smell of fancy perfume. He likes it, he drops it in a bucket near him and gets to scooping the rest of her guts out. This could last 2 years. He grins and drags his mother's body inside her bedroom, and heads to the kitchen with the bucket in his bloody hands.
I'm hungry...
So hungry.
