I'm really sorry for the late update again!
I feel bad so I'm going to update two chapter for this week.
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(Y/n)=Your name
(F/c)= favourite colour
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(Y/n)'s POV
"911, what's your emergency?"
Oh Mommy, why? I was about to spare you but you push it away.. why do you think hiding and calling the cops will help you? You're a fool, mummy.
I gently knock on the door and pulled my most innocent voice ever,
"Open the door mummy, you know it's not nice to lock your child outside your room."
All I can hear is the female police officer voice on the phone, calling for my mother to get her attention.
I know she's afraid, I can feel it. She's so afraid that she can't even let out one single word from her mouth.
"H-help me, p-please she's trying t-to k-kill me" she spoke while trying her best to stop stuttering.
"Who ma'am? Who is trying to kill you?"
Opps, hahaha! How can I forgot! I have a baseball bat in my hand, I can just smashed the door open!
I aimed on the doorknob and swung my bat at it causing a heavy impact sound falling on the floor. I kicked the door open and walked inside the room to see my mother sitting on the floor shaking rapidly.
I gave her a sweet warming smile and start walking towards her dragging my bloody (f/c) bat with me.
She backed away from me until her back hits the wall. Oh Mommy, there is no way to run now. When I was in front of her, I kneel down to her face level and slowly reached for her phone.
Both of our eyes are locked together and her mouth was open and closed, gasping for air. I threw the phone beside her and smashed it into pieces.
I yanked her hair to the back and she screeched in pain.
"Let's play a game called How loud can mommy scream." I whispered in her ear. I laughed when I see her eyes grew wider.
I dragged her to the kitchen and she cried for mercy. Beg more mommy. Your begging is an inspiration for me.
I grabbed the knife on the kitchen's table and threw my mother on the floor.
Her face was facing the floor and I was on top of her, she tried to fight me but she failed badly because of my tight grip on both of her hands are firm. I stabbed her right thigh and she let out an ear piercing scream.
Music dancing through my ears~
I gave her a nice 10 stabs on both side of her thighs. I would give her another 10 but her voice starting to go off.
She still has the strength to beg for mercy.
"Did you guys stop hitting me when I beg?" I asked her with hatred filled my voice. She shaked her head violently, tears running down from her cheeks dropping to the floor.
A crooked smile forming around my face while I'm putting the tips of the knife behind her head,
"Then, death approaches you" I hissed at her.
I pushed the knife deeply inside her head, blood spattering everywhere. My hands are painted with blood, my hoodie are stained with spaghetti sos and blood.
I stand up to look at my art work and I really loving the view.
I wiped some of the fresh blood from my face and head towards the place where I left my (f/c) bat.
I was about to pick up my bat when I heard footsteps and talking from upstairs.
Wait, I thought I killed everyone?
I quickly make my way up, still dragging my (f/c) bat with me.
I stopped at my brother's room when I saw a man figure kneeling down beside my father dead body.
"Is later today?" I asked.
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Fanfiction(y/n) is just an average teenager. Her whole life is filled with pain and fear but she can still pulled a smile on her face. she doesn't want everyone to know that she's hurt and tired. All she wanted was to be happy. so, what is like to see the mos...
