Not Like Her (Darker Days Series #1)

Chapter 14: A Mothers Mourn

Monday, November 18th, 3:46pm,

So a few days ago, my mom started questioning me about all my friends missing. I told her that Sabrina wasn’t my friend and she told me that Sabrina should have been my friend because she seemed like a nice girl. I told my mom that there was no such thing as a nice girl named Sabrina living in the house a few houses away and told her to rot in hell if she thought otherwise. She grounded me and spent the whole day watching TV with her damn cats Rigsby and Morocco.

Those damn cats deserve to die so I killed them because she shouldn’t care about them more than she cares about me. Today she pissed me off even more and was mourning over the cats all day, I can’t stand it. She wouldn’t mourn over me like that if I was dead! Those were just damn cats, she can get a new one, but she can’t get a new me. She’s retarded, I even told her all of this and she grounded me for another day.

Today on the news, something new popped up and it included me. It was a news highlight talking about how all three reported missing kids in the past week or two have had relations with or at least talked to me. Also, Zach has gotten really loud lately and I’m afraid my mom might hear him, so I went downstairs and told him to shut up or else I’d sew his mouth up. Well long story short, he didn’t shut up, so I sewed his mouth shut. He was conscious the whole time and I made him watch me stick the needle through his lips. He cried like the wimp he is throughout the entire thing and I constantly had to tell him to shut up.

I put the cats in the freezer room and hung them up next to Sabrina and Alyssa. Here they were, my trophies that represented me overcoming my bullies and rising above the ones who hated me whether they be feline or human. It’s starting to smell a bit in the freezer room, so I might need to find a new place to put them. That’s all for now.

Wednesday, November 20th, 6:27pm,

The cops brought me in for more questioning and asked me for my relationships with Alyssa, Zach, and Sabrina. I told them that Sabrina and Zach were good friends and Sabrina was just a neighbor. It must all be Zach's fault that this is happening. If he had stopped Alyssa, I wouldn’t have killed her. If he had helped me stand up to Sabrina, I wouldn’t have killed her either. Also, my mother was still mourning over the death of her fucking cats, so I killed her. I had to, she was so annoying and hateful! She yelled at me saying I probably killed the cats, Zach, Alyssa, and Sabrina and kept calling me the devil’s incarnate. I got mad, so I shoved her to the floor, grabbed her by the hair, and smashed her head against the floor repeatedly while telling her I wasn’t the devil’s incarnate. She screamed and screamed and screamed until I pushed her to her feet and slammed her head once as hard as I could against the corner of the dining room table and she finally died. I dragged her down into to the basement to hang her up with the others. When Zach saw me drag her into the freezer room, he started screaming and crying. After I hung her up, I clarified with him that yes, that was my mom, and all of this was his fault. I took my knife and stabbed him repeatedly in both arms, watching the knife satisfyingly impale his flesh as fresh blood slowly poured from every open wound. I eventually sewed the lacerations shut just so he wouldn’t bleed to death, and then I left him in the room.

Also, I shaved half of my head now and I’ve started wearing beanies because I wanna hide my identity. It didn’t work, and everyone just made fun of me more. I was tripped in the hallway at least eight times today and was too afraid to sit in the cafeteria for lunch, so I went to the library instead. Frannie was in the library and came up to me. She started asking me about the disappearances and who I thought could’ve done it. I could tell she thought it was me, I knew she was onto me, so I just told her that whoever was the cause for their disappearances was a smart individual. She left me alone after that and for the first time in weeks, I was able to eat my lunch peacefully.