Secret Admirer

Day 8

~Y/N Pov~

Right now it is midnight, but I am wide awake. I'm laying in my childish covers waiting for the perfect moment. My mom will pay for what she has done. She has treated me like a little child, but I am way smarter than she thinks. I've just barely started school and I can already do multiplication, so you can imagine what else I can do.

I got up to go get my favorite doll so we could talk. I brought her tiny face up to my ear and I could hear her whisper, “ Now… is the time to kill….your mother.” I smile at how agreeable she is and set her neatly back on her perch. I took out a sharp knife out from under my pillow, and I've got to say the knife was pretty heavy for my six year old arms. I swung it around trying to get the feel of it. It felt like it was specifically made for my hands.

I slowly opened my creaky door to see if the coast was clear. No one was in the hallway and the house was quiet except some noises from the crickets outside. I tiptoed through my house passing by the pictures that I always look at when I go through the hall. I had to go downstairs to where my mom’s room lays. I start to put my foot on the first step, so far so good. I try to take another step I tripped on my own foot and started to tumble all the way down the stairs. I dropped the knife once I had figured out I was falling but I still managed to get a huge slash down my leg. I watched the blood slowly trickle down and seep into the carpet staining it red. I took my finger wiped away some of the blood and licked it off. “If only everyone tasted as good as me…” I murmur to myself.

It seems no one has heard me falling so I grab the sort of bloodied knife and started my journey to my mom’s chamber. Like I did with my door except it creaked. The room was pitch black with light streaming in from the doorway. I hid the knife behind my back, just in case she was up. I stalk closer to her bed, I stop to listen and hear her lightly snoring ‘Good, this will be a sinch’ a small mischievous smile crept onto my face.

I set the knife carefully on the bed and used both hands to haul myself onto the bed. I check to see if I have woken her up, she has shifted away from the light but still asleep. I let out a small sigh of relief and once again grab the knife. I positioned the knife to where it will go through her back and hopefully through her heart. At that though my own heart was racing ‘Just imagine what it would feel like to kill her’ I thought. “It'd feel wonderful,” I whisper before shoving the knife into her back. I'm not so strong so it takes a few shoves before I could fully insert the knife. My mother gasped, “W-what is….” She didn't even finish her entrance before passing out.

I take the weapon using both hands and lick it clean. The blood is being soaked up by the sheets making them a dark red. My mother's eyes roll the back of her head making her looked possessed. It gave me the chills and I quickly jumped off the bed, almost falling as I did so. I go to the small phone that my mother keeps on her night stand and dial 911. I practice a scared and worried voice. “9-1-1 What's your emergency?” I hear a stern, I think a woman's voice, come from the other end of the phone. “He-hello? My mo-mommy won't move, I don't know what to do,” I forced a stutter making it seem as though as if I know nothing. “Okay just wait there, we will send some people over to help you,” She hangs up before I could finish and I set the phone down.

I had to make it look like maybe she killed herself. I pick the knife back up and stab it through my mother's chest making a hole. I left it there and took one of my mom's hands and make her limp hand grasp the knife, imprinting her fingers on it to cover up mine. I let go of both of the objects and curl up next to her to make it look like I was scared.

I could now hear hear the sirens nearing my house until I could heat, and almost feel, them outside my house. Next came loud banging and a crash, than people in police outfits piled into the room finding me wide-eyed with my legs hugged to my chest rocking back and forth. One of the officers with dark brown hair and a slim body came over and picked me up. “You're going to be okay now,” his deep voice raped in my ear. He had brought me out into one of the many police cars sitting me next to him, “You don't need to worry anymore, okay?” he gave me a sympathetic smile, then went back into the house leaving me alone. “Everyone thinks I'm just some dumb little kid, pfffff I'll show them,” I spat before getting comfortable in the seat and falling asleep, now that the hard part was done.