Short stories (horrors)

Devil Inside •part 1•

       I walk along the sidewalk under the luminescent moonlight as I hum an unknown tune. My long, black, matted hair flowing in the slight breeze of the night. My, now torn, black silk dress flowing along with it. I stop and close my eyes, then take a deep breath in and hold it for only a few seconds. I open my eyes and flashes of what happened tonight passes through my mind.

       ~"Ugh, this food is absolute shit! Get it out of my face!" Mother said as she pushes her plate away from her. Her posh accent strong in her words. Me, being her daughter, put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. But before I knew it the back of her hand made contact with my cheek. A loud slap echoed in the room as the maid picked up my mothers plate and hurriedly took it into the kitchen. I gasped and looked at her in shock as she glared at me for touching her. "Go to bed, dirty whore!" She yelled in anger.

       'I knew she never loved me' I thought as I lay on my bed. 'I knew she hated me but to do this... And in front of the maid?' I asked my self, sitting up and looking into the mirror on the wall. I reach up to touch the fading red hand print on the side of my face as a single tear rolls down my cheek. Clenching my hand into a fist, something snaps inside me. One second sadness turns into anger. No, not anger. Rage. I look over to my bedside table and slowly walk over to it. I pull out the draw and see the moonlight catching the stainless steel of the knife. I smile and pick it up, then run my finger over the sharp tip, a drop of my blood running down the side of it.

       This isn't me... But it feels so good. Like it should've been me all these years. I love this feeling, the feeling of holding a knife. I want to hold the knife, yes, but up to her neck. What kind of monster slaps their own daughter? Who knows how many people like that are out there. I know I have it easy compared to others, but my mother... She deserves this. No one should hate their own child. Ever.

       I've made up my mind. I'm going to do it, it will be easy. The bitch barely moves or eats so she is weak. Quick and easy. Then she'll go back to hell where she belongs.