15.10.1973, Sunday
Tick tack.
Rachel looked up at the clock.
2 am in the night.
She sighed worriedly.
Her fingertips dancing over the lid of an almost empty container.
One hand covering a violet tinted eye.
A sob escaped her trembling lips, her lipstick smudged at a ripped corner.
Another sleepless night for the mother of two- No, one.
She remembered herself.
Only one.
One self destructive daughter.
A door opened with a quiet creaky sound.
Wet footsteps hushed over the mahogany floor.
A shadow crossed the corner from the back door to the children's room.
Rachel clenched her hand around the plastic in her sweaty palm.
"No sweetie, please not again"
She whispered with a shaky voice and stood up to sneak to her daughter's room.
The mother suddenly remembered her first encounter with the tantrum- throwing-girl
It was terrifying, seeing her own daughter in this state but not as dreadful as seeing her attempt her first murder.
That was the point where she decided to hospitalize her into the psychiatric as area.
Pointless, as it seems.
Her hand found it's way around the cold door handle, it was..sticky.
She gulped audibly before turning the doorknob over.
What she saw that night was traumatic to her to say the least.
There she was, sitting on her muddy gray carpet, stuffing a huge fleshy tooth into a small bloody hole in the wall, cursing under her breath.
Rachel gasped into her hand, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, blurring her vision to the point of complete blindness.
She quickly closed the door again, pressing her heaving back against the rough wall.
A uncomfortable warm feeling spread in her stomach up to her throat, she immediately spead it onto the floor.
Rachel wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then ran back to the living room.
The container was still lying on the kitchen table, she desperately shook the contents out of it, spilling it all over the table.
The dark haired woman furiously grabbed a handful and shoved it into her mouth, swallowing dryly.
Panting like a startled hound, she sat down on the chair next to the table.
Her mind was spinning wildly, fear controlling her every action.
Yes she was indeed scared of her own daughter.
Another door opened loudly, the man of the household entered the scene.
"Rachel, what is going here?" he asked in a mildly concerned tone.
Rachel took a shaky breath.
"I-I can't do this anymore, she's insane! W-We need to get rid of th-thi-this sociopath!"
"Hey!" he yelled instantly, taking a step closer to place both hands on each of his wife's shoulders.
"Listen to me, Rachel. She is our daughter, I know what you have been through, what we have been through. But think about her, she has probably seen hell already in her life"
She shook her head in disbelieve.
"No, Jack. You listen to me! I am no longer going to watch my poor girl drown in her own blood or who's ever it might be! I already lost one child I'm not going to let this happen again!"
She started crying heavily, spitting tears while speaking.
"What do you want to do now,huh? Look at her, she's not herself anymore!
Jack thought for a moment, biting his lip.
"Did..Did she take her medication?" Rachel shook her shoulders.
"Yes I mean, I think so, your mother said she would make sure she would take them!"
Jack nodded, pulling his beloved wife close to his chest.
"Good then lets go back to sleep, sweetheart"
He softly brushed his fingertips over her bruised eye, she flinched.
"Yes. Of course"
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The Strange Case of Ophelia Cortess
Horror(Originally, this was a project for school but since my teacher was so excited about it i chose to upload it) A short horror story about a little girl and the gruesome discovery she made.