freakshow

only the cat knows

3:00am, the devils hour

A knife? No. Too obvious. A pillow? No that'll take too long. Whatever it doesn't matter. If I'm going to do this I need to do it now. My mother is upstairs fast asleep in her room. If I ever want to leave her controlling grasp, than I there's no better time than now. Earlier this night, I took her car out into the woods, and I crashed it into a tree and lit it on fire so it would look like she died in a crash. Hopefully the police don't find it before I... you know. I slowly walk up to her room trying not to make any noise. creeeek. Well shit. It's fine it wasn't that loud so maybe she didn't wake up. I very carefully open her bedroom door. Just as I thought. She's still in a deep sleep in her perfectly made bed. Our cat minx is sitting on her vanity looking straight at me. She knows. Now it's time.

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2 hours later

Knock knock

Shoot someone's here. I've started to clean up the mess but it'll take longer than I thought. I put what once was the body of my mother into her closet for now. Most of the blood is cleaned up except for the blood on the walls. I won't go into detail of how it happened, but it was...bad. At least now I can be free. I can live my own life.

DING DONG

"ONE SECOND IM COMING"
It's okay y/n, just act natural.
I walk down the stairs and open the door.

"Hey stranger."

Crap.