Casual Knife Party

Homemade Therapy

I ignored the feeling and tore down the boards on one of the windows to leave. I didn't need to clean up... I didn't plan on sticking around be
to punished for what I was gonna do.

Making my way to my house I started to calm down... the fresh air did wonders for me.

I made it to my front door, forgetting all about my plans.

Until I opened the door. My father was standing over my mum with his fists clenched and the front room was a mess. There were bottles everywhere and my sister was cowering in the corner, unable to turn her innocent eyes away.

The anger flooded back to me, taking full control.

My dad turned around when I slammed the door shut, my eyes dark and full of intent to kill.

He walked closer and balled up his fist whilst cursing at me for coming back so late.

He reaked of liqour and cigarettes, obviously wasted.

He swung and it wasn't hard to dodge, I just side stepped him and he fell. He was taller and wider than me, but also slower and dumber.

He got up and threw another punch and I moved to the side, kicking him in the process, making him fall to his knees.

I kicked him in the back of the head as hard as possible. With the pent up rage from the last 16 years. All the cuts. All the tears. All the sleepless, hellish nights.

He fell face first and I kicked him again, this time in the jaw.

"Tyler! Stop!" I heard my mother shout from behind us. I threw a knife at her, hitting her head dead center. I threw another to finish the job. Damn, I was like Batman with these.

My father was still awake, but only hardly. I saw his hand begin to reach for his six shooter he'd always kept in his back pocket. I stepped on his hand, watching him wince in pain.

I stabbed him in the back of his bald head hundreds of times, feeding off the adrenaline rush it gave. He was obviously dead.

I turned to see my sister watching all of this, her expression mortified.

I broke into tears and signalled her to hug me, she'd be scarred for life if she lived. I didn't want her harboring those memories for the rest of her life of course...do I didn't the only sensible thing I could.

I shot her.

I broke into manic laugher and turned the barrel of the six shooter towards myself and put it into my mouth. I looked around once more....I had done the right thing. Definitely.

I needed to do more.

I put the gun down and began to clean up the scene, fucking hell I'd made a mess.

I stopped cleaning and went off to bed, it was only 8 but killing took alot out of me.

Pulling the covers up to me I still felt a pair of eyes watching me intently. They'd seen everything.
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A/N:

Well that was...dark to say the least. I didn't even expect myself to write that...it just happened.

Anywayyyys. Time to devour ramen.