Crossroads (A Collection of Short Stories)

I'm just a little unstable

I am an emotionally unstable human being.

Right now, I'm crying about something so pathetic that if you knew you might have already slapped me to death.

I'm not even joking.

It was funny how one person could think that just because she's four years older than you that she could completely and utterly ruin your life and that's what is currently happening.

She isn't even here for God's sake! But she can still make me so fucking angry and frustrated that I just wanted to end her life the very second she steps a foot at our house.

I swear I'll make her pay.

The question is how?

I could stranggle her. I could wrapped my hands around her neck and squeeze the life out of her, but it might take too long and she might escape in the process.

Hmmm...

What if I just stab her? Surely, it wouldn't be too hard. First, I would cut her stomach. It's funny how often she flaunts it and shows it off, when in reality she wasn't even that sexy. In fact, she's just a fucking chubby little bitch.

Next to her stomach would be her face. Two deep cuts on the left cheek and another two on the right. The cuts would look perfect on her face. She already had a scar on her forehead. Why not add four more?

The last cut would be on her throat. I would plugged the knife on the right side of her neck. I'll make sure to plugged it deep. Then I'll drag it slowly but firmly to the left side of the perfect little neck, until the wounds open making her head lean back lifelessly.

Yes. Stabbing her would be perfect.

But the blood... There would be too much blood and I'll be the only one to clean it so I cross stabbing her out of my list.

What now?

I'll just break her neck. It doesn't look too hard in the movies so maybe it wouldn't be too hard in real life.

I'll hide behind the door the second I hear the creak of the gates opening. Then when I get sign of her entering the house, I'll wait for the right moment until she's finally close enough to my hiding spot behind the door.

The moment she sees me, I'll reached for her and break her neck.

But how do you break someone's neck?

Should you swing it violently side to side? Until you hear a sickening crack? Or do you just twist the neck around? Until you feel that one more twist and it will break?

I shake my head. Breaking her neck would be too hard if I don't know how to properly do it.

Maybe...

Maybe I'll just chop her off.

Just like pig's meat.

I laugh at how ironic it is.

Chopping off a pig just like a pig should be chopped.

It might not make sense to you but it does to me and your opinion isn't really that important. I'm sure somewhere someone cares for a pathetic little being like you.

Who am I kidding? We are all pathetic. Me. You. Your friend. Your mother. Your father. Your brother. Your sister.

Even God can be a little pathetic if you think about it.

Well, back to the chopping plan.

First, I'll drug her up. Make her drink something filled with whatever it is that makes people drugged. I don't really care right now.

When she's already drugged, I'll tie her to a chair. The wodden chair that we use at the dining room would be perfect for the job. I'll make sure to tie her hands and ankles tight.

I wouldn't want her escaping.

I'll start chopping her off while she's unconscious. I didn't really want to hear her irritating voice scream for help and if she did our neighbors would hear. I didn't want anyone to hear.

I'll start off with her fingers. Oh how she took care of them! She would even spend an hour just painting her dirty long fingernails.

It was disgusting.

I'll put her ten fingers in a bucket, I'll use them for later. Then I'll proceed by cutting her elbows with her hands still attached to them. I'm sure she'll appreciate it, keeping her hands still intact.

Next I'll cut off her feet and I'll cut it slowly so that I will be able to see the bone that connects her feet to her lower legs.

Flesh and bone always fascinates me.

However crazy and sick that may sound.

Oh wait! I forgot something.

Before I cut her feet, I'll remove her toenails. That would surely wake her up from her sweet little nap. Oh how good it will look! Then I'll jab needle on the flesh that used to be covered by her nails.

I can already hear her scream in pure pain.

But if I think that the scream is already loud enough, I'll make her shut her loud obnoxious mouth. What better way to do that then to make her eat her own fingers? I can already imagine the smile on my face after hearing the crunching sound it will make.

Then I'll-

I hear the front door open.

She's here.

She walks up the stairs. It will only be a matter of seconds until she sees me so I quietly walk to my room, making sure to look the door.

I might not have the courage to use and perform these 'plans' right now but when I do you better be ready.

It might happen today.

It might happen tomorrow.

Or the next day.

Or the next day.

Or the next day.

You will never know.

You'll just have to wait.