Show Me Who You Really Are

Twelve: Part 1

Ian was tired of the insults. Tired of people making fun of him because of his mom. He stormed into his house and saw his mom there awaiting with a smile and arms stretched for a hug. Ian rejected it and ran to the basement. He found his dad's trench knife and a razor he kept in the cabinet. He ran to his room and hid them under the bed.

The family sat at the raggedy table and began their meal. They were having pork chops and mashed potatoes. Ian picked at his food as he watched his parents. "Ian, darling, what's wrong?" His mother asked. Ian rolled his eyes and put a spoonful of potatoes in his mouth. His father folded his arms. "Respect your mother, boy." He said.

Ian pushed his food in the floor and walked to his room. He heard heavy footsteps at a rapid pace behind him as his father yanked him backwards by his shirt collar. He picked him up by the shirt bringing him to eye level. "Who do you think you are, Ian David McCullough?" His father asked. Beer and perfume reeked on his clothing. Ian stared his father right in the eye. "I hate you; both of you."

Mr. McCullough dropped Ian on the ground in disgust as his eyes swelled with tears. Ian ran off to his room and locked the door. He sat on his bed with the knowledge that he had the weapons under his pillow. He felt for them and sighed.

"Well, well. Look who's all grown up. If you hate 'em so much. Kill 'em. Otherwise you did all this for no reason. But, if you do it, be prepared for the consequences afterwards."

Ian stiffened as he held the handle of the dagger in his palm. He slowly lost himself as the echoes of his consciousness faded. He was submerged in darkness as his body began to move on its own. He was watching from his eyes, but he wasn't himself.

Ian watched his body walk into his parents' room with the knife and razor in hand. He remembered slipping two pills from a bottle of Melatonin in their waters. Judging by the way the were sleeping it had kicked in. Ian's body dragged his mother to the kitchen. She was barely conscious as he hoisted her up against the stove.

"Fat bitch." His body muttered in exhaustion. His body raised the dagger above his head and Ian closed his eyes tight as he heard a slash then a gushing sound. He wouldn't open his eyes again.