Killers

Killing

Hannah's POV

"Stop please.", The boy cried out as I shoved my axe into his stomach. I let out a small laugh as the boy started to gag on his own blood. "Hush.", I whispered into his ear as I shoved the axe into his stomach again. The boy's small body laid limp on the side of the dark road. I laughed as I put my axe into my hoodie pocket and started to walk back down the street.

It was about one thirty in the morning and most everyone was already inside their homes. I was hoping to find one more person roaming the streets by themselves. I turned the corner and saw a girl about 18 years old walking down the street with her back towards me. The girl stopped walking then turned around and looked at me. She started to walk towards me with a lost look on her face.

"This will make it way easier.", I mumbled under my breath.

"Excuse me. I'm lost and have no idea where I'm at or where my house is. Can you help me?", She said now standing by my side with a smile on her face.

"Sure." I replied with a bigger smile on my face.

She turned and pointed at a sign somewhere down the street. I took my axe out of my pocket while she wasn't looking and shoved it into her back. She let out a scream in pain that was then muffled by my hand. "Hush.", I whispered to her before slitting her throat with my axe. I laughed as blood started gushing from her throat. I put the axe back into my hoodie pocket and left the lifeless body on the sidewalk. I laughed a little more as I walked down the street back towards my house.

Once I got back home I climbed the tree on the side of my house and slid through my bedroom window hoping not to wake my mother. I stood in my room taking my blood covered clothes off and throwing them under all of my other clothes. I put on my to big of a t-shirt and threw my axe under my bed. I slid into my bed and soon fell asleep.

I woke up at seven in the morning and walked down stairs to the living room. It was Saturday morning and my mother was at work. I turned on the t.v. and watched the news.

"Earlier this morning a 10 year old boy and 18 year old girl were both found laying in their own blood on the side of the road at least two blocks from each other. Their murderer is unknown and the times of their deaths are also unknown. If you know anything about the two children or their murderer please contact us.", The man on the t.v. started to explain.

I smiled at the report then turned the t.v. off. I ran up to my room and threw on a hoodie, my torn up blue jeans, and my black sneakers. I grabbed my axe from under my bed then grabbed my bag which had a few knives and a few pieces of cloth in it. I ran down stairs then out my back door towards the woods. My mother didn't know that I was the one killing all these people. That I was the one that they were almost always talking about on the news. I was waiting for the right moment to kill her the same way I waited for the right moment to kill my father.

I followed my father on one of his midnight walks without either of my parents knowing. I slit my fathers throat and laughed at the tears streaming down his face as he saw that his daughter was the one killing him. If you want to know the reason why I kill all the people, it is because I have been beat up to many times to count. It was because I was new to the school that I go to now. I still had no friends because I'm picked on for having cuts on my arms and the bruises all over my body. I have been beat up to the point where I was throwing up my own blood and covered in more bruise and cuts. My parents didn't care, they could care less. They would beat me just for the fun of it.

I stopped walking and sat on the ground in the middle of the woods. I placed my bag on the ground then opened it. I rolled up my sleeve then took a knife out of my bag. I placed the blade on my skin and smiled as the blood started to drip down my arm. I started to laugh as I made another cut, then another. Blood started running down my arm making my whole arm red. I took the pieces of cloth out of my bag and wrapped my arm.

I pulled my sleeve back down and threw my knife back into my bag. I stood up and started to walk home knowing my mother would be home soon. By the time I got home it was already one thirty in the afternoon. I had thirty minutes before my mother would be home. I ran up to my room and hid my stuff under my bed and put on a different hoodie knowing my other one had blood on the sleeve. I heard the front door slam open then slam shut.

"Please tell me she's not drunk.", I whispered under my breath.

"Hey fuckface you home.", she yelled from right outside my door. Of course she is, she always comes home drunk no matter what. "Fuckface.", She yelled punching my door which was locked. "I'm here. And don't call me fuckface again." I yelled at her through the door.

"Watch your language asshole and get your ass out here.", She yelled punching my door again.

I unlocked and opened my door. "Fuck you, you drunk bitch.", I spat at her face.

She grabbed my hoodie and pulled me back so I would face her. "What did you say, you little ungrateful bastard.", She yelled at my face.

"I said, fuck you, you drunk bitch.", I yelled back at her face. She punched my stomach a few times then pushed me down the stairs. My vision started to blur, but I could still see the asshole at the top of the stairs.

"It's probably your fault your father's dead. He probably killed himself knowing that his daughter was an ungrateful bitch that was just a mistake.", She yelled from the top of the stairs knowing I was too weak to do anything. I heard a window break from upstairs, but didn't care about it.

"You're right. It was my fault that he is dead. But he didn't kill himself. I followed him that night and slit his throat.", I was yelling and laughing at the same time using the last of my energy. I looked up at my mother to see a figure behind her before my vision faded. "Go to sleep.", Was the last thing I heard before passing out.