[A/N] I will right my thought on the prompt first sooo if you want to just read the prompt then scroll past this.... also —> Warning : this may offend some people, I'm only a writer. Everything you read in the next paragraph is solemnly just for the prompt! Also listen to the music when you read! I will make things better! Enjoy~* {•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}
The day is more fun when you end it with a smile. Today some snot-nosed kid ran into me, and didn't even apologize. I mean, how hard is it to teach your kids some manners now a days? Now, I guess I can't always blame the parents. I mean At least some parents try to teach their little brats how to behave. Kids are so stuck up and over sensitive about everything! They don't realize how rude they can be! All of them. They sit around thinking that they are in the center of the world! Its insane, I mean, the kind of world we live in today! They're always walking around with headphones in, and pants sagging. How stupid is that! Then they go around and bump into others and not even apologizing. Some people might just smile and excuse themselves but sometimes people aren't all that friendly. But atlas, it was late, so no need to think about that for now. I silently unlocked the door to the house and crept around till I was safely inside. I don't want the others to hear me at this hour!! No, no, mom and dad wouldn't be so happy with me. I crept into the kitchen make myself a sandwich. Hey! Can you blame me? I didn't eat much today, and I'm hungry. I finished my late night snack and, grabbed the knife I used to spread the mustard on my ham & cheese deliciousness. I placed it gently in the sink and let the water run over it. What? I don't like leaving the kitchen messy. As I turn off the water and leave. I saw what I assumed was mom's favorite butcher knife on the counter. I could only guess this because of how worn down the handle was. Looks like she used it a lot. I picked it up, and let my fingers rest in the groves where her fingers would grip so tightly as she cut into the meat. I imagined what she'd look like when cooking. I smiled, and continued my way up the stairs and reached the door. I slid my fingers through the cracked doorway. I needed to be as quiet as possible. Again, id hate to wake up everyone. After I got the door opened to a reasonable size, cracked just enough for me to slip in the room and shut the door gently behind me. I glided my way over to the bed and pulled the covers back. I couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape my lips. There he was. The little brat that disrespected me today. Now it's turn to give him a lesson of manners since his parents failed to do so. I bent over and gently tapped his shoulder. Not hard enough to immediately wake him up, but just enough to make him gradually come to his senses. Hey, I might be a psychopath to you, but I always let my victims cherish Their last moments of life. What? Did I forget to tell you that I'm a murderer? I did? Oh, well. I guess it doesn't matter now. By now the kid is fully awake, and scared out of his wits. Serves him right. Again, I feel a chuckle manage to arise out of me. I look the kid dead in the eyes. I should go ahead and start with the lesson. "Now, I'm gonna sit here and have a quick chat with you. Ok?" I say in my best motherly tone I could manage. Still paralyzed from fear, a faint 'uh huh' is what I guess all he can mutter. "Good. Now I'm sure you know how disrespectful you were to me today. Am I wrong?" I snarled. "Y-yes ma'am... I do. I'm so sorry." 'He speaks!' Who would have guessed? "Oh, but honey. It's to late to say sorry. Now I'm gonna have to punish you." I say with as much sarcasm I can muster. Now the kid finally fall into realization and tries to scream for help, but little does he know I already have the knife at his neck. He yelps as the blade grazes his skin. He starts choking on tears as he realizes there is no way he can escape. I smile, "shh. Don't cry. It's ok. You've learned your lesson. I'll let you go, but on one condition." He nods awaiting for his second chance. Well, what could be his second chance. I giggled I always loved this part. I drag the knife from his neck and point it towards his heart and whisper, "don't scream.." and with a smile on my face, I drive the knife straight through his flesh and watch as his life drifts from his body. I laugh at my work. I tuck him back in bed, and smile wishing him a good night. It's been a good day, just like I always say. The day is more fun when you end it with a smile... }•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{•}•{
[A/N] WOO! That was fun! Anyway~ here's the prompt if you couldn't guess what it was by above. If you do write something! Please let me know id love to read what you came up with! I really hoped you enjoyed my short story!!! Lemmithink-out! Byeee~*
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