I Killed My Mother

Chapter 12

Saturday, 2015/02/11, 23:01
Dan's house...California

I was running but from what? It was a faceless creature. What does it was from me, I have nothing to offer. Does it maybe want my soul? No, it could't. Why would it want a broken soul like mine? I don't-didn't understand. But it didn't matter why, all I knew was that I had to run. Away from it, away from everything. Because if I didn't...

Something caught on my shoe and distracted me from my thoughts. I was stuck. I couldn't get loose and the creature got closer and closer but still there was no hint of it's identity.

It has got me.....

Another nightmare...

But this time it was different..there was more dialogue.

"You did it Kate..You did it! I saw you." The creature yelled.

"What did I do?"

"I saw you take the knife out of the kitchen drawer. You did it!"

"But I was in my room. On the phone with Tia. How could I have done it?"

"Well how else are you kneeling next to that body? Covered in blood? Holding the weapon in your hands?"

"But you are also covered in blood. It's all over your clothes!" I screamed.

"No Kate. There is no blood on me. You are hallucinating. You did it. Don't try and fight it. Admit it.

"You killed your mother!" The creature continued. Still with no identity.

"No! No! No! Shut up! Who are you? I didn't do it" I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh but you did Kate," it sounded calm and collected. "Don't worry about who I am. I'm nobody. In fact, I'm not even here," then it disappeared into a cloud of black smoke. Leaving me alone with a dead body.

I did do it.

I bolted up awake at Jacky and Dan's panicked voices. Dan woke me up while Jacky was pacing up and down in my room.

Dan pulled me into his arms in a comforting hug immediately as soon as I woke up while Jacky came to the side of my bed.

"Sshh. It's okay. It's over now. It was just a nightmare." Dan shooed into my ear.

I pulled away from the hug and looked at the both of them. Their faces covered in sympathy and pity. I hated it.

Pity.

It's like I was a lost sheep. My mind was racing. I couldn't think. Their faces grew more pity.

I was livid.

"Honey can I get you water?" Jacky sweetly offer.

"NO. FUCK OFF. Both of you," I screamed. Why were they so pitiful of me?

"What?" They both asked in unison.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out!" Wait. What was I doing? Whatever it is, I couldn't stop. I wanted to. Believe me I did. But I couldn't.

When they didn't move, because they were so stunned, I yelled one more time.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

Then they were gone...

Left alone with my thoughts swirling my mind, I walked into my bathroom and looked at the mirror.

I looked terrible. Beaten and defeated.
Sweat beaded everywhere on my face. My chest then became heavy. I couldn't breathe very well. I started seeing double.

I open the tap on the sink that was directly under the mirror. I washed my face frantically and when that didn't help, I drank some water. The pain in my chest subsidized. But it was still there. Almost as if it was never gonna leave.

I walked back into the bedroom. I sat on my bed and stayed that way until I lost all feeling.

I looked at my damaged arms. The damage from my own nails. The scars were ugly. They stood out. They were alien against the rest of me.

I was done with that though. I wasn't the same. I wouldn't be the same. I didn't want to be the same. Jessica helped me and I didn't want to disappoint her. Not again at least. She would be devastated if I returned to my old self again.

Disappointed she would be then. I couldn't stop myself. I tried. I really tried.

It was too late now.

My arms were already bleeding, from the damage my nails can do.

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