Short Horror Stories

New Talents!

(A/N: so me and my family got Chinese food today. So I read my fortune from the fortune cookie and instantly got this idea. The very last line of the story is gonna be the fortune.)

What did I do... I just... Snapped.

In front of me was my family. Cut after cut was against their skin. My mother and father were there. But not my little sister, Rose. That was good. She was too sweet for that. Like her name, she was a rose. A white, innocent rose. But our "mother" and "father"... they didn't even deserve their title. They verbally abused us, telling use we were unwanted mistakes. That we were worthless. They had never taken it to a physical level. Until tonight.

As the memories came back to me, I giggled. And my giggles then turned into hysterical laughing. They had deserved it. They slapped Rose. All she did was attempt to get a cookie from the jar. But they slapped her. Nobody touches my sister. I had snapped. I told Rose to go hide in our room. Then I slipped a pocket knife out of my boot. After all, we lived in a dangerous city. We had to have protection with us. I found out I loved the look of horror on their faces. I loved the feeling of having a knife in my hands. I loved the sound they made as my knife cut through their skin like butter. I loved the irony smell of blood. I loved how the crimson liquid, that was once contained inside them, stained the floors, the walls, and my clothes. At least if their disgusting blood stained me and the house, it couldn't stain Rose. As I said, she like a white rose. She's too innocent for them. Overall I loved my insanity. After I was done mangling their bodies and my sanity returned, I gathered all the money in the house, changed my clothes, and took Rose from our room. And then we ran.

That was several years ago. I lost count of how many. I sighed, shaking my head to clear my thoughts.as I closed the door on my last bought of insanity. My hands were soaked in blood. As much as staying still to roll around in my feelings of nostalgia is tempting, I had to clean up and get out of here before the cops came. Somebody had to of called 911. After all, this family was loud when they screamed.

As I turned away from the door, I saw Rose. My precious white Rose.

"Violet, why do you do that? And what's gonna happen if I start wanting to do it too?!?"

Rose was scared of becoming like me. She once said she wanted to be like me, but was to scared.

"Dont worry if you start having urges. Ill help you all the way. After all," I said

"Don't be surprised by the emergence of undiscovered talents."