I grabbed the knife mom handed to me with shaking hands, Dad and Derek weren't back yet, and I had this feeling that Dad wouldn't care what happened to Ash. Just as long as we didn't bury her, I could picture him saying "At least she didn't go to waste"
It sickened me though because it was true. We had Ash on the kitchen table on her side; mom had the hunting knife in her hand, and a giant metal tub underneath Ash. I held Ash's naked back, she felt cold to the touch. I tried reading Moms expression but I couldn't, all I saw was the same glazy eyes and the same stern expression. I got ready as mom quickly stabbed Ash between her breasts then cut down to her belly bottom, I could hear the sicken pop than air escaping. Steam came up on account It was cold in the house and Ash's insides were warm. I closed my eyes and put my head down, as mom stuck her hands inside of Ash and started to scoop out her intestines and dropped them into the big metal bowl below. I could hear blood falling to the floor, it sounded like a faucet first then after it just dripped.
The same irony smell filled my nose; I got some of her blood on my hand. I slowly raised my hand up to my mouth and sucked on my finger. It was like I had a irony penny in my mouth.
Mom stopped then and put the metal bowl on the kitchen counter, we flipped Ash over, and she looked disgusting, opened up like that. You could see her ribs, and spine; a small pool of blood was all that was left in the inside of her.
Mom then bent down and kissed Ash's for head, it gave me a small chill watching her do this to her own daughter, what would come of me when I died? Meat pies and Buns? Or maybe mother would do something special to me and cook my liver with some lima beans and a nice keantee'. I shivered again and rubbed my arms, Mom sorta came out of her daze and shivered too.
"Hunny you take that arm and ill take this one, remember how to skin right? When we're done that we'll get to work on the ribs, its been awhile since your father had decent ribs"
She didn't even look at me well she said it she just stared right at Ashes face, I watched her though as we were cutting away. I watched her face, I seen her eye twitch a bit every now and then. I knew than that my mother had gone insane.
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The Cannibal Hunger Within Helen
HorrorBitter sun leaks through the dirty stained windows, grazing gritty floor. Illuminating the room, vanquishing any darkness. Somewhere beyond the rickety cabin cries a woman in the distance. Sobs of anguish and fear melts in the air and finds it's way...