Dear My Reader

The Murder Scene

Ed Sheeran: I See Fire ^^^

Uh. Bloody and gross scene. If you don't want to read then go down to the authors note at the bottom and I will explain pretty much what happens,or you could just skip the scene. Read on people of the inter web.

Dear reader,

Hey, girl hey! What's shakin you darn piece o' bacon? Oh, me? Nothing much. Just got stabbed again. Its OK though, dirty boy helped me through it. He was quite upset though. Let me tell you.

OK, so how this all happened was I had been sitting in my cell, just minding my own bussines when -

Oh crap! I need to tell you the rest of the story! It totally sliped my mind. Whoops! OK, are you ready Freddy? Lets go.

OK! New story. Where was I? Oh yes. My dear dead mother has just threatened little old me. I feel bad for ruining her little bit sunshine, her FUN. But there's a storm coming, and she ain't going to like it. How did I leave off? Something like this?

"But now, you won't ever take another quiz for you to fail. You can count on that." She finishes, grasping my ear so tight it hurt my entire head. "Come child." She says, pulling my ear into the direction of the door.

That about it? My poor, old, abusive mother and dear daddy are about to get a taste off their own medicine, but much more .... cruel. Oh joy!

Prepare for bloodshed...

"Mommy.... your not going to hurt me again...are you?" I plead with her. "Please!!! I love you mommy! No!" I cry, balling my eyes out. She slaps me again and grips my cheeks with so much force I can't even breath."Please! I love you so much mommy!" I say.

"Well, that's to bad for you. Because I don't love you. I wish I never had you." Mommy said, shattering my little heart in the process. "I thought, oh how stupid of me, I thought that having a child would calm my nerves. Make my mind a little more.... sane." She shouts, making her through the door and into the kitchen. "Guess not! All YOU did was make it worse! All you did was help me along the way. Now.... now your going to pay."

"I know. Mommy, you have told me many times." I say, trying to get on her good side, if one was even there. "I am a horrible child, and I should have never existed. But mommy, I do love you. I really do, and I hope you understand how much. In some cruel, twisted way I love you. What you and daddy do to me.... it hurts and-"

"Oh, honey." She interrupts, her voice a sickly sweet tone. "Did you really think that your little speech would change my mind? Would...... perhaps..... stop me from doing this?" Then she takes a knife laying on the cutting board and slices my left cheek, ending in me clutching my already swollen skin. "No!?!?! What about this?!?" She slices my right, and I fall to the floor, crying my eyes out, and my nose running. "Oh shut up your crying, you damn baby."

"I'm not crying!!! My eyes are just... peeing..." I cry back at her, only for my salty tear to fall in my wounds, stinging the slightest bit. "Mommy, please stop..."

"Oh! Thats so FUNNY! You think in can stop now? I can't stop, not when your on the ground, the sight practically begging me to continue! You love this! You love me! Tell me you love me!" She shouts at me, griping the collar of my shirt. "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me you damn fool!" Then she falls to her knees in front of me, letting go. I slip my hand into my jacket, seeing her vulnerable makes me want to puke. Is this the woman who raised me? Sickening. I pull my dull scissors out and go around the back of her. Hmmmmm...... I think she needs a haircut. Its getting way to long.

I cut mothers hair, chopping chuncks of it. Wait... it would be a much smoother cut with a knife. I grab the same knife she dropped on her way down. As I look at the knife, I wipe my blood off with my shirt. Cant have blood in her hair! My customers are paying. I have to deliver.