Short Horror

Shes still my mother

I'd like to thank Michelle for helping me on this book go check out her books.Her scary book is mommy please help me.

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There is a girl with red eyes. She isn't a regular girl though. Legand says she died a horrible agonizing death. But before she died her life wants so great either. Her mother beat her up whenever she asked for something and her father ran away when she was born. She has never laid eyes on him and has never asked about him for she feared that her pathological, alcoholic and abusive mother,Amber, would beat her up. " Get your ass down here this minute or else." Amber yelled with anger. " I'm coming alright " I grinned out of my teeth.

Ah I hate that bitch.She needs to die alreafy .I mean she is already doing drugs,smoking and drinks to the point where she passes out for Twp days.How is she still alive.I mean she doesn't even have a job.I have to work in order to keep us alive.

*nighttime*

I stayed up that night wondering if my life is just a big nightmare and that tommorow I will wake up and everything will seem different in a good way. But that if it wasn't....what if my life is like this, what will happen then.

Like always my mother passed out on the floor in the kitchen.It was like daylight hit me.She was in the kitchrn , where there was a table and a load of sharp knives.Should I or should I not? I thought to myself. I thought about it and finally I dragged her on the table .I mean she was already high on cocaine and heroin plus she was drunk on beer. she wouldn't feel anything would she.

I looked through all the cupboard and got the sharpest knife I could find. I remembered all the yelling and hitting that she did to me.I could even feel that bitches slaps.All it took was one stab. One stab that reapeted itself.I started stabbing her stomach, I felt her blood on my fingers. It felt good.It felt good because she deserved it.I could see her insides do I moved up to her chest and her cold black heart.After I stabbed her more than 20 times, I started crying. I realized no matter what she did to me she was still my mother