UNNAMED

Me

I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs, the creaking boards. Most bumps and scraps in the night scared the shit out of me but this, this was different. This was not some random pipe or the house 'moving'. Suddenly the noise stopped as if they knew I heard them. I stopped my breathing and my heart rate slowed. A board outside my room creaked, that board always made noise but not in the night, only if someone, or something, stepped on it. My mind left the shadows and I just assumed it was my dad until, no, no it can't be he is out with my mum. I rolled over to check my alarm clock for the time and my bed creaked an elongated and the loudest creak it ever made and the noise outside my door stopped. I breathed out and then my handle on my door slowly shifted downwards. I stared across the room and saw my gun the door scraped along my wooden floor, I had to act fast, I jumped up rammed my shoulder into my door and it slammed shut, I looked at the handle and the things bloodied fingers were clasped to the side of the door, separated from its hands. I bolted to my gun cabinet and shot blindly at the door. I heard a scream through the door, a high-pitched scream and then I realized what big of a fuck up I just made. I opened the door, nearly pulling the creaky bugger off its hinges and I saw my mom dead on the floor. Her blood already soaking into the matted carpet, I yelled, my vision becoming blurry, welling up with tears. I shot crazily into the dark, curled up into a ball and cradled myself to sleep.

Upon awakening, I saw blues flashing ahead of me, my arms wrapped tightly around my torso. Unable to move I started to panic, my head spinning the world shaking, sweat pooling in my palms. I tried to scream but my mouth was held clasped shut. I looked over me shoulder to see a black, what looked to be bin liner, surrounded by a dark crimson outline. A large, buff man stumbled up the stairs, obviously pissed out of his head. He leaned in close to me, put a hand on my shoulder and whispered tentatively into my ear,

" Why would you do it son?"

 I peered over to him, for a second our eyes locked onto one another until he quickly jumped them away like a scatty cat.

"I didn't, I killed it."

 Ever since I was a child It haunted my dreams, my every waking hour. It never left, countless times I told it to fuck off but it would blatantly refuse and just keep on. I saw it behind her eyes, always whenever she looked at me. With both happiness and anger.

"That doesn't explain shit! You are just another psycho"

He leaned in close, so close I could feel his tobacco ridden breath on my cheek, and whispered.

"Anyone who thinks killing their parents is acceptable, doesn't deserve family in the first place!"

He stood up, planted his foot flat on my chest and shoved me onto my back. Spitting Into my face he turned on his heels and got the fuck away from me. As he creaked down the stairs my hair became knotted with blood and slowly but surely I drifted back into darkness. 

Upon awakening, I sat up the padded cell and bashed my head against the wall. No movement would come from my arms. Blinking like a shattered bulb, I looked down to see my torso encapsulated by a jacket of white. The nerves in my hand responded weakly, the blood being restricted by the sleeves bound tightly around my waist. The blood in my veins pulsated nearly bursting out of my extremities. My head getting as light as a helium balloon, my vision slowly narrowing before the last thing to grasp my vision was the steel door sliding open, maybe.