Warnings: baby death
Gore
Dissection
You. Have. Been. Warned.
The young lanky woman stood in her numb grey house. Staring aimlessly at the metal grey table under her freezing fingers. She was a bony, long woman with pretty black hair and dark brown eyes. She would be beautiful if not for her sunken face and body. Softly she reached a hand and touched her sunken stomach,"soon my little boy. Soon you'll be born and daddy will be so happy." The woman heard soft crying. She wobbled to the door and threw it open. The door screamed as she did, the loud noise making her ears rings. Her eyes layed on the tiny baby infront of her. A little baby boy wrapped in a blue blanket on her door step. Her voice flickered happily as she picked up the infant "my baby is born, daddy will be happy with me."she walked over to the table and layed the infant down. Then her long fingers rubs the infants soft pink flesh. So gently. So fragile. She quietly slid her arms toward the neck, her arms wrapping around it. Suddenly the woman was screaming, the noise as vile as she was now, "no no no nonononono, if you keep crying daddy will come. Stop it. Stop it stopit stOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT." Sobs screamed from her torn throat as she twisted with all her strength and snapped the neck. The snapping bringing her back. She stared at the dead silent child beneath her, smiling as smol sobs continued " yes yes, all quiet, now daddy will be happy" she took the blade and began to slowly peel off all the flesh, watching the blood leak down, slipping over the yet to be removed skin, spilling over like fine wine, coloring it a beautiful velvet as it dripped. Then, the woman grew angry "what do you mean i killed our child? I thought you loved me! I just made him quite so you'd be happy! Why aren't you happy?! I DID THIS FOR YOU!"
Doctor Samuel stared quietly at his patient who'd managed to escape her straight jacket and was clawing the flesh from her arms again, screaming incoherently. She'd lost her only child in a horrible accident and it drove her mad. Her abusive husband put the ideas into her head that she was a murderer, that she'd silenced their baby forever. She broke and was found tearing the flesh off him in neat strips, removing all his organs, he'd made her listen to a childs lullaby while his abusive words hit her, and she played the song when she killed him.
"Hush little baby don't say a word, mama's gonna buy you a mocking bird and if that mocking bird don't sing, mama's gonna break it's wings"
