Wasted Life (A Collection Of Stories)

It Was Her

‘’It was Her! It wasn’t me!’’ I screamed, blood covered my hands and face. I looked at Beth, tears mixing with the blood.  I prayed that she’d believe me, I honestly didn’t mean to kill her cat, it was Her the other me. She loved blood, She needed the blood, it was like She controlled me during the killing.

‘’How could it not be you?’’ My brother, Ian, barked pointing his gun at me. ‘’You have another animals blood on you and you keep saying that it wasn’t you! Who else could it be?’’

‘’It was Her!’’ I screamed again. ‘’I didn’t want to do it! She takes over me! She needs blood!’’ I swear it wasn’t me. It was Her, I have no control over Her. She has control over me.

‘’There is no Her!’’ Lydia, my mother, screeched, she was young but she still had bags under her eyes and wrinkles on her forehead - it’s because of all the stress that I cause her.

‘’But, there is!’’ They don’t believe me! I always tell the truth! Even when the truth hurts people, I tell the truth whenever people wish to hear it.

‘’Just leave, Glenn! Go!’’ Lydia shrieked in my face. ‘’Ian, lock her up in her room! Make sure she can’t get out!’’ Ian grabbed my forearm and led me to the basement where he threw me inside the room and locked the door. I hated him, sometimes I wished that She would kill Ian as well as those animals.

‘’I didn’t kill Missy!’’ I screamed as he shut the door.

‘’I know you didn’t kill Missy…’’ I heard a whisper, it was my little sister Elizabeth. Beth was the only one who believed that She was controlling me when I killed the pets. ‘’I think She doesn’t like animals. Or maybe She feels like nobody likes her.’’ Beth’s big, chocolate colour eyes stared at me, she was the only one that wasn’t scared of me.

‘’Why aren’t you scared of me?’’ Tears stopped streaming down my face and mixed with the dried blood were making my face feel uncomfortable. ‘’Why do you believe me?’’

 ‘’Because, you’re my sister, you’d never kill me. I think She needs someone to love Her. I think She kills to get attention.’’ Even though my sister was only ten years old, she was much smarter than anyone else in my family.

‘’Get away from her you freak!’’ Suddenly, the door banged open and Ian rushed in and grabbed Elizabeth. He pulled my sister out of the room and shut the door again. I threw a pillow at the door in anger. I wished they didn’t treat me like such a freak!

‘’Feeling like opening that door and killing your brother? I’m up for that!’’ It was Her, She always spoke to me when I was angry. She was happiest when I was angry.

‘’You know I would never do that, not-‘’

‘’Not when you’re You. Not when you’ve already had your fix for the day.’’ I understood what She meant, She meant that She wouldn’t take over until She got hungry again.

‘’Go away! I’m going to sleep.’’