Harboring A Fugitive

Chapter Four

Days After

(Just a warning, this made me bawl my eyes out. I am pretty sure you will understand why I did... Be prepared, bring the tissues!)

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I cynically smiled into the bathroom mirror, combing my hair so my bangs drooped over my eyes.

Today is the day...

I through the brush at my mirror, watching as all of the tiny shards of glass piled into the sink and onto the floor.

It wasn't rage that fueled me, it was happiness. Even if I didn't show it.

It was as if a 200 pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders.

It was finally the day...

I couldn't believe it!

I was now 18! I've been waiting 2 years, nearly 3, for this.

Grabbing a jagged shard from a corner of the mirror, I slit my palms.

I figured I would make it pretty if I was going to murder an ugly ass drunken toad.

I purposely slapped my bloodied handprints on the walls every now and then. It looked fabulous with the white painting!

Finally reaching my closet, I kicked the doors down.

No need for my room to be tidy, I've already fucked up everything else.

I picked up the punctured doors and threw them to the side.

Sifting through the piles of bed sheets and pillow cases, I felt something cold and solid brush against my fingers, the only part on my hand that wasn't numb.

I grabbed onto the object and lifted it up to see it was indeed the jewelry box I was searching for.

I gently placed the jewelry box down in the middle of the carpet, and surrounded it with candles I'd been hiding under my bed.

Digging in my pockets for my lighter, I heard heavy steps making their way towards ny bedroom door.

Shit, how can an old man walk so fast?

I quickly lit the candles, opened the jewelry box, placed a burnt rose next to it, and kissed the picture of my mother.

"What's with the nois-" My father yelled as he burst into my room.

I smeared my blood all over my face and licked my lips.

"Not even going to say happy birthday?" I spat.

He looked instantly sober and dropped his beer can at his feet.

"W-What the f-fuc-ck..?!"

I laughed and slowly grabbed the meat cleaver.

"It's about time you've gotten your fair deal of cards, old man." I raised the meat cleaver and licked its blade.

"Cra-z-zy motherf-fucker!" His shaking voice showed he was nervous as to what I would do with the sharp weapon in my hand.

"Now, now, is that anything to call the birthday boy?" I shot up to my feet and ran out of the room, hiding in the kitchen.

When he does, I want him to have a shocked expression, like he didn't see it coming.

So I climbed under the sink and sang, the very song my mother used to sing to me.

"I could stay awake, just to hear you breathing,"

Even though you were no longer breathing.

"Watch you smile while you are sleeping, while you're far away and dreaming."