"Hahahahah, grandma!" "What! He's cute! Get some already. Your not getting any younger." "My god women, what am I to do with you." "Throw a cat party for me. Or something." "Come on Tori, let me carry something!?" I shook my head no, not wanting her to get hurt. She chuckled letting the fuss go. Later we sat in the living room just watching T.v. " Hey grandma can we play Tarot Cards again?" I asked hopeful. She nodded and I walked to the back room to get the cards. I came back to see her eyes glued to the news. I shuffled the cards a couple times and letting her cut the deck too. I did one last shuffle and placed the 9 cards down on the table. Before I lifted the cards I lit a candle for more energy. I lifted the cards slowly reading each one.
I finally got to the 9th card and flipped it over to see death, straight up. Then I heard the news lady speaking of someone breaking in and entering into people's home and killing them without stealing anything. Everything but a door or window was broken. I thought that was weird with the cards and the news. I later got tired and decided that I need a bath. I got into the steaming water relaxing my muscles from walking all day. I heard whispers in my grandmother's room. " Grandma are you talking to someone or talking to yourself again?" "What do you mean again? Damn I was just talking to the dog." I sighed and got out of the bath thinking slightly nothing about it. Then the realization came on me.
We don't have a dog.
I raced out of the bathroom running to my grandmother's room to see her hitting some person on the head with a broom. I screamed and got out my grandmother's handgun from her purse. At this point I was shaking with fear and anger. " I wouldn't do that." the intruder said in a raspy voice. " What do you want?" "Blood." He whispered. My grandmother stood in front of me. " Over. My. Dead. Body!" She said with venom. We kept bickering to each other on who to kill. When finally I heard the gun fire. I stood frozen to the ground. She was no longer in sight. I looked down scared shitless. I screamed so loud I bet I woke up the whole town. " no no no no no no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO! No YOU ARE NOT DEAD! please don't leave me here?!"
" Tori will you shut up for fucks sake? Now look at me. It is my time to go and you can't do shit for me. Okay? Now you are very special, someone beyond this world. *cough* *cough* Make sure to scare kids okay?" I nodded. " I have a choice for you Tori. Either let them win and pull you down in the grave, or become the Vicious you are meant to be." " I love you." " I love you too, my Vicious daughter. Give. Them.HELL!" I smiled and nodded. " I love you very much mom. Don't ever forget that. Goodbye Mom." "Excita prava!" Mom said with her final breath.
I began crying, and soon I was laughing. I was laughing so hard. I went into the bathroom looking at my scarred face. Lets make it more pretty shall we. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen and began carving my own small smile. I dragged the knife across my skin and spelled out the name Vicious on my arm. I was proud of what I did. I packed a small bag full of stuff that I might need. One outfit for changing, essentials, weapons. I was soon out the door when everything can piling on me. I fell to the ground unconscious. I woke up later to feel lighter and stronger. I went to the bathroom and saw that my dirty blonde hair is now pure black. But what I looked are next was scary cool. MY eyes were black with red pupils and black ooze falling down my now super pale face that had black veins. I looked badass.
I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my bag. I went to the garage and got out lighter fluid, alcohol and gasoline. I dragged my dead mother's body in the middle of the house. I grabbed very few pictures of memories of both mine and my moms. I drenched everything I could in the liquids. Moving the gas stove, I unplugged the main gas hose letting that go around the house. I got my bag and stepped out side. Lighting my favorite lighter, I light the gasoline and seeing the beautiful work I did. I got into my car and drove to the nearest gas station, Filling gallons of gasoline in tanks. I bought the gas and began driving. To where? I don't know. I don't care. And I just want to get the Hell out of here.
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Eternal Dream
HorrorI was told all through my life I am different, for both good and bad reasons. Both my parents are dead. I live with my grandmother. She is the only one that keeps me intact, from falling into that abyss of insanity. The only one person in my whole...
