The Pain she suffers

chapter two

~tomorrow night~
I stand in front of the kitchen counter waiting for my mother to walk through the door any minute now. My mind keeps telling me not to do this. Not to go through with hurting her...but my heart is telling me it's for the best. I have everything planned. I made chicken over rice for dinner and then upstairs I have plastic laid out on the floor so that I won't make a mess. We will eat and then from there I will make her follow me upstairs and do what I need to do.

The front doorknob wiggles and I walk over to the stove to act like I'm just finishing up. " Aviana!!! Tell me why the hell the neighbors are telling me that YOU where over there acting crazy?? Have you not been taking your medicine? You know what don't even worry about it because as soon as I come out of my work clothes I'm going to reacquainte you with a belt whipping."

She's swinging her hands up in the air as she talks. My back is turned and I smirk 'she doesn't even know what's about to happen to her' I think to myself. "Mother, calm down...I cooked your favorite meal chicken over rice. Just sit down and eat dinner with me. Thenif your still mad you can do whatever you want." I turn around and place both our plates on the table with a smile on my face. My mother walks over to the chair opposite of me and grabs her fork, she take it and puts it in her mouth.

"Mhmmmm!!! this is actually really good. But um- what's that white stuff sprinkled on top of the chicken? Godddd my head hurts... Aviana what is this?" I smirk " It's just a little flavor I added in. I think It's called rat poison." I burst out laughing as my mother's eyes go wide with shock. "You should pass out any second now."

As I say this, her head falls on the table with a loud banging sound. I get up and walk over to her side of the table. I lift her head up and she's out cold. She has drool running down the side of her lip. I grab a bundle of her brown hair and drag her out the chair. She's heavy, I always knew she was a fat pig but this- this is just a shame.

I leave her on the floor and go grab a slik blanket from out of the living room. I walk back into the kitchen, lay the blanket on the floor and then I drag her onto it. I wrap the blanket around her and pull her to the bottom of the stairs.

'Damn. I'm dumb...I can't carry her up the stairs. I clearly didn't think this through.' I think to myself. Frustrated I grab both ends of the blanket and try dragging her up the stairs but once I reach the 5th stair her body slips out of the blanket and falls down the steps. Then it hits me I can just bring the plastic downstairs and complete what I started.

Quickly I run upstairs and grab the already laid out plastic from my room. I also grab the tape, blindfold, knife, rope and chair. I bring it downstairs. First, I lay down the plastic in front of the couch. Then, I place the chair in the center on top of the plastic. Next, I drag my mother over and get her to sit upwards in the chair. I tape her hands behind her back and put tape over her mouth then I wrap some tape around my hands.

I run over to the wall in front of the door and dim the living room lights. I then, run over to the couch sit down and cross my legs directly in view of my mother. "She should be coming back to conscious soon" I mutter to myself under my breath.

She stirs in the chair and her eyes flutter open slowly. As she notices what happening her eyes go wide and she starts to squirm and scream. It doesn't matter how loud she screams they are being muffled by tape. "Hello mother." I say to her with a malicious smirk on my face. She shakes her head no from side to side. I laugh at her petty attempts to reason with me.

I get up from the couch and walk towards her. I hit her in the head hard with my fist. She grunts and a tear runs down her face. I hit her again "THIS IS for never being there when I needed you." I shout at her loving the amount of control I have. I rip the tape from off her mouth, wanting to hear what she has to say before she dies.

My vision goes blurry and my head starts to hurt. She laughs and says ""that's why your ugly. Your lips are all white... your hair is all white...even your skin is pale and white. You wish you were like everyone else. You were a mistake." My eyesight returns back normal I go over to the couch and grab my knife. I go back to her and I stab her in her stomach.

She screams. I stab her again and again and again. She starts to gag and her breathing becomes rigid. On her last breath she says " Aviana...i- I've always loved you. It was a- all in your h-head. b - b - but I forgi-." She's stops speaking and her eyes flutter close.

My knife falls to the floor. I back away from her and sit back down on the couch. I place my head in my hands and let out a deep breath. My eyes pool with tears as I process what I just did. After about five minutes of of crying I start planning on how I'm going to get rid of her body and planning an alibi.