Killed by words

confession

My mother ordered me to sit down as she explained herself so I had the basis idea of what was going on.

"I don't know where to start Kady" she said as she looked at her leg as it moved anxiously.

"Just say it, tell me what the hell is happening" I shouted, almost loosing control of my temper.

"Mhm. Well, Kady...it was me"

"What? What was you?" I questioned.

"I was the one who killed them. I was the one who killed those bitches"

Before processing everything that she just told me, mother proceeded to talk. Making my heart beat faster and faster as her sentences got longer and longer.

"I saw how ivy bulled you. The day you ran home crying your eyes out, I overheard you screaming for Ivy to be dead. So, I did as you wished. It's what you wanted. Wasn't it?"

I stuttered "Erm, well-"

She interrupted me "-You began to believe that you had these powers and I didn't want to stop you from believing that. The other two, I overheard the conversation you were having as we were on the phone when you were arguing with Courtney, that bitch, and with mark you wanted him dead too."

I didn't want to believe this. It was bad enough me thinking that I killed them but my own mother by blood? It just can't be. I had so many questions, I didn't know which one to ask first.

"But what about all the stomach pains I've had everytime I say the name of the person that died."

"You know how bad my cooking skills are Kady" she said.

She is right. She wasn't the best cooker and the whole town could tell you that. Expecially after that bake sale we had once at my school for charity. We got told to bake a cake and bring it in. Of course I chose to make a cheese cake as they are one of the best cakes out there. It didn't seem that hard to make after looking at the instructions. My mum offered to help me. After bringing the cake into school, well, I wish you could of seen the faces on the people who took a bite from it. They looked like they just ate a part of a human body. To be fair, the cake did look revolting. After that our school never had a bake sale again as the school had many complaints from parents saying that there child were super sick. Thinking back on it now, it was kind of funny.

My mum layed her eyes onto mine and gave me a smile. I just wanted her to leave and for all of this to disappear. For me to disappear. "This is not real" I said, trying to persuade myself. Oh, but it was real. It was the realist that it can get.

I thought it couldn't get any worse. That was untill my mum asked me an unusual question. A question that was so shocking to listen to. Why would she ask that?