Melody Of Words

Mrs. Richardson

"I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me,
I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams"
- Look What You Made Me Do, T. Swift

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Take 1:
Dear Mrs. Richardson,
This is a letter coming from your son
I wonder where I had gone
From your baby to your son

The day you made me with love
Accompanied with blessings from above
I sprung like a blooming flower
In your arms with Dad I gained power

Now I can see and hear
Every cries and squeals
From sadness to bliss
Doing eveything as we pleased

You made me eat and taste
This icky-ewness cereal paste
Made funny baby boo boos
For me to smile and there it goes

The warmth radiated from your body
Helped me with my young legs, so wobbly!
I feel all the love and hope
Slowly detaching from the rope

As the days passed by and by
Slow I get by and by
What happens in this world
If I ever get so bold

Dear Mrs. Richardson,
I remember the day I take my girlfriend
In our house with my friends
You were smiling at that moment

You said 'take it slow, baby'
And I said 'I'm not young, Mommy'
Insisted that I ain't a baby
With that you chuckled and hug me

Yes, you hugged me
But why mommy?
You didn't like hugs
As much as you hate bugs

Then I turned into an adult
Growing independent and exploring
But I didn't get to see you suffering
Nor did I thought that you were dying

But why again mommy?
Why Mrs. Richardson?
Why didn't you make me see?
That clearly you were looking for Daddy

He left us for another woman
He left an angel for a swan
You always knew that loving Daddy
Loving him was dark and cheap

So how come, mommy?
Aren't you happy being with me?
Didn't you say 'we're in this together?'
Now it makes me sad and bothered

Slowly attaching your head to the rope
I'll let your body hang to the roof
With blood oozing from your neck
This is the boy you thought weak

You promised me there was just 'us'
So why did you take Daddy back?
Abandoning my attentions
You became my addiction

I never see you as my mother
I called you mommy
Cause I love you, but you think it's a joke
Just motherly feelings for you? No

You were there for me
Picked me up from the cold hard street
With nothing to eat, you fill my tummy
And then I realised, I want you Mommy

It was all a lie that you made me
That I was your son, Mommy and Daddy
Because I never ain't
Whilst standing up to attack

Now you think I'm a psycho
But I just loved you
Got no choice but to kill you
Cause you chose Daddy over me!

Now you two are together
Daddy got no head
Mommy got no eyes
What a sight to see

Dear Mrs. Richardson,
This is a letter coming from your son
No please erase that
I was your lover but you treated me none

"Ladies and Gentlemen! Give it up for the world's most sought after bachelor and the maker of the film Dear Mrs. Richardson, please welcome Mr. Jann Villaver!"

"Thank you so much! Hello, New York!"

"Fresh from the success of the movie, congratulations Mr. Villaver!"

"Why thank you, very well appreciated. Even if the movie was kinda creepy to make."

"Oh really? How do you say so, Mr. Villaver?"

"Oh it's fine just call me, Jann."

"Okay, Jann. Well that was more short and precised, is it?" *laughter*

"Yes, it is." *chuckles*

"So, where did you get the idea of making the story of Dear Mrs. Richardson? Considering the fact that it was based from a true story?"

"Well, I love horror stories so much and I thought it could be more fun to write and scare the hell out the world because the movie really needs some justice."

"For the love of Horror, that is something, Jann!" *audience laughing*

I turned off the TV and started packing. The movie's success was undoubtedly big.

Letting Jann go and explore the world was a bad idea.

The world should know that they were talking to a psycho. That the one who made the movie was the killer in real life. Funny how people could easily be fooled out of looks.

I adjusted my hearing and carry on packing my bags. Even without eyesight, I can still go on with life.

Even without those eyes that Jann pulled out of my face, I survived.

I will escape and pray to God that Jann, the psycho, couldn't find me.

Or else I'll be having my body chopped piece by piece. I couldn't let that happen.

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Hi loves!

So Happy Mother's Day to all of your mother's out there! Indeed, there is nothing more important but to have a mother in life!

Just giving this creepy motherly love story. Just giving it a unique kind of twist haha not the sweet one.

Anyways, obsession is something you can't control over. It can lead to darker things. So always know your limits.

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Until then!

Love,
Nina♥