Maria the Murderer

Here's my story

My father had just tucked me into bed after we had eaten dinner and he kissed my forehead and left. After a while I couldn't get to sleep so I decided to sneak into the kitchen and get a snack, when I had tip toed my way down the hall and hid behind the opening of the door. Inside was my father washing the dishes and my step mother on the other side putting away the leftover food, I was about to walk in when my step mother Maureen opend the siverware draw and pulled out a sharp knife. The blade glistened. what was she doing?! I watched in horror as she crept slowly behind my unaware father lifted the knife and plunged it deep between his two shoulder blades. She lifted the knife and repeatedly stabbed him with it.

She dropped the blade and watched my father choked on his own blood and died, "daddy" I whispered tears escaping my eyes I ran back to my room and bawled my eyes out then I heard police sirens and a hard knock on my door and voices speaking urgently. Before I knew it I was being lifted out of bed and carried hurriedly outside. I was placed on my cold concrete driveway, I watched as police cars and ambulances blared their sirens and stopped in front of my house. Dozens of people scurrying around like ants, people speaking urgently to each other and rushing in and out of my home, police officers running yellow police tape around my house and paramedics carry out my dead father's body on a Gurnee. I looked around for Maureen hoping to see her being handcuffed and shoved into the back of a police car but when I see her she is being comforted by a handsome deputy. I can hear her sobs, I get up and walk slowly over to hear her speak, "I-I can't believe it!, she managed to saw between sobs "I walked into the kitchen and he was in a pool of his own blood and a window had been smashed! it-it must've been those deranged killers that are around here!" she continued to sob onto the mans shoulder. On that day I swore that I would kill her no matter what.

                               ------11 Years Later------

Maureen married that deputy and had to take care of me. I am sixteen now and for eleven years Maureen has gotten away with killing my father Xavier Williams because she blamed those killers and just to make sure that she would be safe from her punishment she married that deputy. Maureen neglects and abuses me Jordan doesn't even care, she cuts me with knives and beats me. She started doing this when I turned thirteen my friends took me out for my birth day and they did my makeup when I returned home Maureen yelled at me for even wearing makeup and said I wasn't allowed to look pretty. She shoved my face in the toilet water and slapped me. She locked me in my room and that night I cried myself to sleep. The three years after that night were horrible her abuse to me escalated, she cut me when I looked at her wrong and locked me in my room for days maybe even weeks. She didn't even feed me. Then one night on my I decided to stand up to her but she only got angrier and grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the kitchen, she took out a kitchen knife and dragged it slowly from under my eyes to my jawline and by the hair dragged me to my room.

I cried silently blood dripping from my face and on to my wooden floor. I tore my bed sheets and used it to stop the bleeding then I decided that this was the night that I would kill Maureen and Jordan. I put on a black hoodie and grabbed my fathers knife that he placed under my bed and picked the lock to the door and walked out I went to the bathroom and got the chloroform that Maureen often uses to shut me up when I cry to loud, I knew that both of them were sleeping I crept quietly to their bedroom and opened the door. I first went over to  jordans side and placed the chloroform soaked cloth on his mouth and he wasn't waking up any time soon. I took the knife and plunged it deep into his chest....repeatedly then I went over to Maureen and sat on her she immediately woke up she didn't know who it was at first but when she realized fear instantly was in her eyes I paced my hand over her mouth to muffle her screams she trembled, I leaned down and whispered "This is what you deserve bitch" my smiling face was the last thing she saw before I plunged the jagged blade deep into her chest and slowly turning it. Once I was done I gathered the materials to burn this house of horrors down, splash, swish, thud I dropped the gasoline tank then took out a liter and click I set the house ablaze.

As I ran to the nearest hill to watch my fiery masterpiece I could hear the police sirens ringing in the distance but it was too late most of the house had been engulfed in flames I chuckled darkly, I did it and it felt so good, it felt fricking fantastic! I didn't get to watch the rest because the cops had turned up, and I had to run into the dense woulds but they would never know who did it becsuse I put three bodies in the fire. I want to do it again, and again,