Prologue
I remembered my mother screaming as she looked at me with a horrified expression on her face. My father, on the other hand, was lying on the floor with an expressionless face. His dead body was swimming in his red cold blood. I, as a thirteen years old kid, should’ve been afraid. But no, instead I felt a rush of excitement running through my veins. I wanted to kill more. I wanted more of that feeling. I looked at my mom and saw her reaching for the phone.
“Calling the police?” I told her as I went closer and stabbed her right hand. The phone she was holding fell off as she held her hand and started screaming because of pain.
“You monster, What have you done to m---?!” I covered her mouth before she could finish the sentence. “Shh.” I whispered to her ear. “You don’t want to wake the neighbors.”
Fear was written all over her face as she looked me straight into the eyes and started crying. I wiped her tears away. “Don’t cry.”
I held her tight in my chest to make her stop .But instead, she cried harder and louder as she tried to break free from me. “Get away from me! You’re not my son!”
“How come? You’re my mother.” I smiled as I let go and stabbed her eyes. She screamed again, but this time I went for her throat. Blood was coming out as my mom lost consciousness. I pulled my knife out and licked her blood. The pleasure was inevitable.
I placed my knife into my pocket and carried her to the backyard where I should’ve hid her. But before I could do so, a man with a black robe appeared before me.
“Who are you?” I threw my mother onto the floor and drew my knife. “What are you doing here?” The man didn’t respond. “Answer me!”
Still no response. I lost my temper and charged towards him.But before I could attack, I lost my consciousness.
