Jess the killer

Chapter 1

Hi I'm Jesse some people call me Jess. I have long blonde hair with honey brown eyes I'm 5,7 pretty tall for my age. But anyway this is my story it all started in 2001. My 'loving' mother gave birth to me at 6:36 am on June 24. My mom wanted a boy but obviously she didn't get one. So when I was growing up I wasn't loved as much from my mom. My dad was different he gave me confidence and a 'not giving a fuck' attitude. Honestly my whole life was beatings from my mom and my dad apologizing for her. I didn't understand why we couldn't leave her. I tried to talk him into it but he just wouldn't leave. One day on my 14th birthday my mom came in my room and slapped me waking me up. Once I got around I took a shower and put my favorite blue/green hoodie on, a pair of ripped jeans and white converse on. My dad walked in with my favorite breakfast...WAFFLES... But anyway he pat my head and left my room not saying a word. I didn't understand why he didn't talk to me. I ate anyway ignoring the fact that he didn't speak to me. 'maybe he was just waking up' I thought. Then I heard something glass hit the floor down stairs. I dropped my plate a ran downstairs stumbling on the last step. Something inside me told me not to go in the kitchen. I ignored the feeling and went in there. I stepped in something wet and warm. I looked down only to see my father blood pooling around him. One of his eyes were missing. My mother was on top of him with a shard of glass about to stab him in the chest. Her hands were bloody and she had the biggest grin on her fucking face. Her eyes were blood shot. The glass shard came down on my dad. I stood there like the cowered I was. I ran over and kicked her in the stomach. Something inside me found it...exciting. She rolled off of my dad and looked up at me "you little b****" she hissed she got up and tackled me to the ground. She slashed me across the face with the shard. The pain felt good and a rush of excitement ran through my veins. I found my strength and pushed her off me getting up and running to the counter finding whatever I could. I opened a drawer and found a sharpened kitchen knife. I smiled to myself and giggled. "Oh mother mother mother" I turned around and out stretched my arms "let's play momma". She ran at me with the shard swinging it at my arm cutting a little. I stabbed her in the stomach 4 times. The 4th time she coughed up blood "that's for all the pain you left me." I said. I laughed dropping her to the floor. I laughed and laughed for hours. When that happened I knew my sanity was gone. Long gone