Lori Born Evil

Twenty-three: Insanity

Age twelve:

Despite my dream, I still want to kill.

Not animals anymore though, a human.

Mom is working again. It’s Christmas Eve and she’s working! What kind of mother is she?!

I feel bad for Grace. I think I really do love her. Grandmamma watched us, and at eight, she goes to take Grace to bed. She fell asleep on my lap watching Christmas movies.

Her breath still smells of eggnog and gingerbread cookies we attempted to make. I breathe it in, inhaling her. Just like when she was a baby, and her breath reeked mother’s milk.

I think I may be turning even more inhuman though. More sinister, more insane. All I think about is devouring Grace. So she can always be with me. I want to bite her and soak her into myself.

I’m scared of myself. I’m turning into a cannibal! A demented psychopath. Completely and utterly disgusting thoughts rot in my brain. I’m lost in my own thoughts. I spend hours just thinking, pondering, talking to myself.

I create headaches for myself, and it becomes hard to swallow. I’m literally drowning in my insanity; drowning in my mind.

Maybe I should just kill myself? It will all be easier. I won’t go deeper into insanity.

Then I understand. It’s because I haven’t killed a person in so long. The drive and need had lead me into a Lori I dislike.

All I need to do is kill again!

Then I will release, and be myself again. Lori King, a truly evil child.