Random (A Collection of One Shot Stories and Poems.)

The Psycopath

                  Angela held her hands in a form of a silent, fervent prayer.  Father, I ask that you guide me in this task, may I succeed, she mentally begged.

                   Numerous beads of sweat fell slowly dripped towards her neck, it now clung to her shirt as she quickly slipped out of her room and put on the surgical gloves she bought from a nearby convenience store.

                   Angela then darted into the kitchen, she cleaned the icepick that was ingeniously concealed under the foam of her beddings and afterwards that, she calmly walked to where her mother peacefully slept.

                 Hours ago, she had let her mom unknowingly take two heavy doses of sleeping pills, in which did knock the helpless woman after a few minutes.  Like a cat, she then stalked into the shadows and stealthily came out, unnoticed and unheard.             

                 Apparently, the woman was snoring when Angela had entered the room.  Her body was facing the side where her dad slept, but he wasn't there—he was never there...She muttered incoherent words of disdain.  A little breathe of panic escaped her mother's lips, but she returned to her sound sleeping within countable seconds.

                Angela drew near.  The icepick was raised high and ready—obviously poised to kill.  "I hate you." She venemously spat out.