The Thoughts of a Serial Killer

Chapter 10: Nigtmares

Sitting down sipping on my coffee, thinking. I like coffee, but it gives me nightmares. I hear a knock on the door and I walk toward it. I open the door and notice there is no one. I close the door and sit back down. My mind begins to wonder on why I had heard the knocking or why anyone would knock and leave. The knocking returns and this time I run to the door and open it quickly. A man dressed in black strangles me, my body becomes numb and I feel every heartbeat in my throat. The stranger drops me and I become unable to move. I lay there looking up at the stranger. He gets the remote control for my television from the couch and removes the batteries. He puts all four of the batteries in my mouth and I am no longer able to breath through my mouth to catch oxygen quickly. I attempt breathing through my nose and it is as if I am trying to breathe through a straw. The pain and pressure I has been felt throughout my body is mad. It is almost as if this were not a normal human reaction, for I felt my body burning and growing numb. I could swear, my heart was making its way up my throat. The stranger runs out and my mother enters, covered in blood, familiar blood. I lay there struggling, my mother watching with a heartless expression on her face. She pulls out the knife, an also familiar knife, and helps me die slowly and painfully. She seems to penetrate the areas in which one would die a torturous death. I scream, WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG MOTHER? She stops, I feel the aching pain rush through my entire body. She stops, holds the knife, and looks at me with a smile. She whispers, Everything. She puts the knife up to her throat, she slits it slowly. Still retaining her smile, a tear traveling down her cheek as the blood travels down her neck. I cry, I can no longer feel my body. I lay there still, not breathing yet still awake.