I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of the door being slammed. I looked at the clock. 1:30. Godamnit. I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, making their way to my door. My mom walked it and nearly collapsed. I could tell she was drunk. She sat down on my bed and began to speak.
"Honey, I'm sorry about your birthday. It was an emergency and I couldn't pass it by." I could smell the alcohol on her breath.
"Okay, so going out and getting drunk with Stacey was an emergency too?" I replied
"Hun, I promised Stacey that I'd go out for drinks with her a long time ago. I needed to make it up." She slurred.
"On my birthday?... mom. How could you. You always do this, this always happens when you go out. But on my birthday?!" Tears were streaming out of my eyes. So much for that fresh coat of eyeliner.
"Don't be that way, baby. Give me a hug."
"Don't touch me." I said, barely audible.
"What did you just say?" she asked.
"Too drunk to hear me? I said don't touch me!" I said, much louder now.
"There's no need to yell, Sky."
How dare she call me that? Only daddy could call me that. Only daddy. Not her, not anyone else.
"Don't call me that. Only daddy can call me that." my fingers brushed the knife I had hidden under my blankets. She was going to pay if she called me that again.
"Now listen Sky-" I cut her off
"I SAID DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT." and with that, I stabbed her in the shoulder. She cried out in pain. I pulled out the knife, causing her to wince even more. I don't know why, but this felt incredibly good to me. Seeing her in pain. This wasn't even half as bad as what she put me through. I wanted her to experience what I did, for all 9 of those years.
I stabbed her hand that she had put over the wound I had created just a second ago. Before she had time to react, I slit her throat- not enough to kill her immediatly, but just enough to die a painful death. Someone next door must have heard the screams, because I heard sirens off in the distance. Shit. What now. I looked over at my dresser, then my window, then at my dying mother. Blood was all over the floor. I knew I had to hide the evidence, and quick. So I quickly packed a bag full of everyday things that I needed and ran down to the kitchen and packed an assortment snacks. Goldfish, animal crackers, some fruit. I had a feeling I wasn't going to be eating for a while. Then I saw the knifes. I figured, why not? I'm gonna be alone out there in the forest. Who knows what lingers out there. I also need protection from anyone who might find me and try to turn me in. I heard the sirens outside. I quickly grabbed the knifes and ran upstairs. I couldn't go out the front door, they'd see me. By the time I got upstairs, I could tell my mother was gone. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the ceiling. I closed them for her and kissed her on the forehead. "Goodnight, mommy." I whispered. I grabbed a pack of matches that were on my desk and climbed out the window, taking my bag-o-crap with me. I lit a match, threw it at my house, and ran, never looking back.
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Sky The Killer (Jeff the Killer love story)
FanfictionAfter her fathers death, Sky's mother becomes a nervous wreck and takes out her anger on her only daughter. On the night of Skyler's 15th birthday, something in her snaps, leaving her to live her own life in the woods. Until she meets him...
