Short Stories and other various things

Kirby

Kirby

Walking down the muddy dirt road, I tighten my grip on the cold metal of the hand gun dangling at my fingertips. I am done. I am not perfect and I am going to show my vile step mother just that. Numbly I march on, the old muffle of a house comes into view. She stands on the porch steps, arms crossed and hair still up in her gross pink hair curlers.

  "Kirby! What on earth do you think your doing? Its seven in the morning. Get back in here, I'm making breakfast, I've been worried sick." she calls to me but I barely show any recollection that she said a word.

  I pick up my speed, giving her a retched grin. I can see the look in her eyes waver to fright as she notices what lies within my freezing hand.

  "Kirby, put that disgusting thing down this instant." she attempts to cover the fear riding in the tone of her demanding voice.

  I let out a wicked laugh, it bounces off the walls of the withering house. Tousles the wind around me and causes my step mother to slump over the railing of the porch. Ending the cackling laugh bubbling from my throat abruptly, I stare at my step mother with a piercing glare. Stopping in my march, I stand metres from her, watching her horrified face.

  "You have so much potential, what are you doing? Darling, I love you. Please put the gun down." her voice shakes as it leaves her lips, the wiping wind pulls a few tangles of hair from their curlers.

   "Do not lie to me." I hold the gun tighter in my grip. "I mean nothing to you, just another body to push around. You hate me."

  A single tear falls from her broken blue eyes, the wind howls in my ears. The trees sway with the pull of the demanding wind, deep dark clouds cover the once beautiful blue sky. I raise the gun from my side, pointing it directly at my step mother.

  "You never loved me." I feel the power surge through me as I ready to pull the trigger, her eyes slam shut as she quivers on the other side of the gun. "You only ever married my dad for this house. For his money."

  More tears fall from her eyes as she reopens them to stare at me in horror.

  "I loved him. I hate this house." her voice flat and her face red from the tears.

  And with that I pulled the trigger, a loud bang echoes around us. My eyes squeeze shut and my body tenses, the air around me feeling thick and difficult to breath in. With a deep breath I gradually open my eyes and peer before me. My mom is slumped on the steps, blood splatters on the front door of the house behind her. With shaky hands, I lower the gun.

  ~~~~~~

  "Why did you do it, Kirby?" a lady in a fancy dress suit and beady glasses stares me down from across the room.

  "You should know better than anybody here. Studying my every move, I see you write down things all the time. So doctor, what unfixable disease has corrupted my once pure young mind?" I fiddle with the hair dangling at my shoulders and look her straight in the eye.

  In this small room it makes her almost look big, although she's the complete opposite. Stick thin with wispy blond hair pulled up  in a bun on the top over head. She gives me her famous glare and glances back down at her papers.

  "I think there is nothing wrong with you. You know what you did and even if you feel bad, you do not show it." she pauses to peek at me over the paper. "On the other hand. You crave chaos. So tell me Kirby, why do you think you shot your step mother?"

  I let out a sigh and straighten my plain dress they fitted me with in this nut house.

  "Have you ever felt controlled? Like everything you do is for the benefit of somebody else, somebody you don't even like? Like your just a puppet in someone else's play?" I give her a crazy smirk.