NO I HATE YOU! LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK!"
My father yelled at my mother. I watched from around the corner frowning. This happened all the time, no matter what they ever did, it ended up in a fight. I was snapped out of my thoughts by my mom screaming back at him.
"THIS IS MY HOUSE! YOU CAN GO IF YOU DON'T WANT TO BE AROUND ME!" I flinched and cowered a bit. I ran to my bedroom...I mean I was only 12 and my 13th birthday is coming up in two days. I don't think my dad even remembers...He's not even my real dad he's my stepdad. My real dad is long gone and I haven't seen him ever since I was five. I thought to myself as I picked up a picture of me and him together.
"None of this would be happening if you didn't leave...Did I do something wrong? Did I make a mistake?" I sighed and threw the picture down. I wish I could just escape this hell hole of a world. If all that's ever going to happen is fighting in this place. I looked around and saw a pair of medical scissors. My eyes lightened up a little. I was always fascinated with these types of things. I don't know why, but one of my favorite places to be is at a hospital.
I was thinking deeply when I heard a bang on my door. "COLTON HELP!!" My mom shreaked. My eyes widened as I heard glass smash. I ran to my door and opened it slightly scared at what I would see. My mom fell through the door crying. I helped her in and shut the door locking it tight.
"A-are you okay mom?" I asked her. My heart was pounding and I felt hatred in my heart and I looked at my mom waiting for a reply. She shook her head and looked at me. I sighed and a tear slipped as I looked at the scissors. I smiled a bit. She looked at me and shook her head more. I wanted to make her life better since she had always been there for me...through everything. I ignored her and grabbed the scissors while running out of my room and straight to my living room to my....I don't even know what to call him anymore....
He looked straight at me and rolled his eyes. "You think you're soo tough with a tiny pair of fucking medical scissors don't you?" I gulped and started walking towards him. He chuckled and watched me. I had enough and I ran at him with full force. The scissors pointed right at him. Once I got close enough I stabbed him right in the heart with the scissors. They went straight through his heart and he fell limp on the ground. I smiled and kept plunging the scissors into his heart. My mom stood behind me watching in terror. She shook and backed up from the area.
She carried her fragile self up the stairs into her room and lunged under the bed looking for it. The only thing that could stop me...She grabbed the shotgun and ran back down with the gun aimed at me. After I finished stabbing my father I turned slowly to see the gun aimed straight at my head. I gasped and looked at my mother with fear in my eyes. Tears falling from her eyes she closed her hazel eyes and pulled the trigger. It felt like it was slow motion as the bullet missed as I dodged and fell back. I felt betrayed...I thought she loved me...Why would she do this to her son? I looked over at her as she was frantically trying to cock the gun back but it was too late. I had already knocked her out and dragged her down to the basement...holding the bloody scissors in my hand and laughing insanely.
Looking at all the blood just made me hungry. I wanted more. I shoved my mother onto the couch that was never used...like a lot of other things in my house. I grabbed the duct tape and taped her to the couch. She woke up and screamed. I laughed and taped her mouth and eyes shut. She whimpered as I ran the scissors across her neck.
"Hmmm..." I said and let out a chuckle.
"How should I do this...?" I thought aloud about how to start torturing her. I smirked and dragged the small tool and medical table to my side. I grabbed a hammer and looked straight at her.
"I was just trying to help...." I said tisking. She looked at me with pleading eyes.
"P-please don't..." She sighed. I chuckled, liking how much she pleaded.
"You could've avoided this...if you didn't pull the trigger..." I shook my head and swung the hammer hard at her. She cried out as I used more tools on her body until she soon fell limp and motionless. I smiled at my accomplishment and then heard the sirens coming my way. My eyes widened.
"W-what are they gonna do to me...? Why did I just kill my mother and father...?" I panicked. Not knowing what to do.
All I remember from that night was being shoved into a police car...covered in blood...in a straight jacket....
