The demon inside me

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             My name is mortifera and my father would tell me that I use to go in the kitchen and get a knife out of the drawers. Then I would go outside through the doggy door. Every time he and mother would find me, I was in the nearby woods killing little animals. They said I would have so much blood on me and that I always had this wicked smile. He also told me that my eyes had this glaze of satisfaction, but they looked lost...

             It got worse as I got older. I started killing bigger animals such as deer and fox. It's always been a knife. You can't feel flesh with a gun, you can't hear the screams of your victim, and you definitely can't see the fear in their eyes. Feeling and seeing their blood, their bodies turning cold.

             Taking a life was exhilarating.

             Eventually animals weren't enough. When I was eleven, I decided that my mother would be my first human victim. I...I didn't mean to...the urge was killing me.

             I stabbed her in her leg while she was asleep. The pain waked her up and at first her eyes showed fear and confusion, but as I continued to stab upward, her eyes were calm and that made me  infuriated. How could she be so calm!? Why was her face so soft!? Why was her eyes so...loving. How could you love something so disgusting.

             I finally stabbed her heart and saw the light disappear from her eyes. When I finally finished stabbing her I buried her in our nearby woods and put stones around the area in which her body laid.

             When morning came my father reported her missing, but he knew...he knew the truth! He knew that I murdered her an-and he seemed to forgive me. I couldn't understand! I never did understand. Why!? That was your WIFE! How can you not despise the THING that killed her!

             I never understood, because two years later I killed my father too. He was reading the newspaper in the kitchen and I came in and went straight to the knife drawer. I didn't realize what I was doing, I didn't realize what I did until afterward. It was like I was possessed, no control, no thoughts.  He saw me with the knife, he didn't run and he didn't look scared. He just put the paper down and stared at me with calm eyes. Those eyes irked me and adrenaline filled my body. I walked in front of him and shoved the knife in his abdomen. He grunted in pain, but he never moved to escape, instead he grabbed my arm, so that his mouth was near my ear and he whispered 'We love you, Mortifera. You will always be our precious daugher, my angel'. He eventually went limp, he stopped breathing and I buried him next to mother. Then I realized what I have done and started to cry...not because I killed my own parents...not because I was alone now...because of what I am.

             Now I am fifteen and have learned to control my blood lust just a little...very little. Enough for me to hide my true self.

             I am constantly scared to get close to anyone. I can't let people know what I am. I have no right to take another life. No one has the right to die, but no matter what I do I always keep a pocket knife with me.

             Isolation.

             Isolation will keep me from hurting others.

              The demon I am.

              The demon inside me.

+++++++++++++++Authors note

This is just some thing that came into my head so please vote/comment I need to know how good this is. :)