It was hard to understand why he had done it, even to him. He looked over at his blood stained hands than over at his dead mother. Tears were trying to push out of his eyes. He just stared at his hands as of they were going to disappear.
"James." His supposed to be dead mother croaked out. Blood trickled out of her mouth as she spoke. Without thinking he grabbed the hatchet he had used to kill her. James brought it back behind his head, slung it over his head and onto his mothers scull. There was a blood curdling crack as he did so.
James couldnt live like this, keeping a secret this big, the secret that he had indeed killed his mother. Why had he done this, why had he took that hatched and done the dirty work with it. It made no sence.
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AdventureImagine living in a place where no one knew the purpose of life, where no one saw wisdom over muscle, where wealth defined who you were, where you got judged for having a mindset bigger than money stacks, where family was hating on therpir loved one...
