The Killing mom

As the cold water spilled out of the water hole I knew I was in trouble. The man spoke as if I was a close friend, witch I wasn't. I will never forget the last words he said
" Don't . Forget . The bag . "

Chapter one
One sunny morning I woke up to the sound of sizzling bacon, that my mom was making. She was the type of woman who knew what she wanted, and no one could stop her. I wanted to be like her, well at least part of her. Only the part of her that was kind and generous, but there was one part that no one knew but me. She was. A killer.
She hid all the body's in the basement, my dad didn't know only me. I try to support my mom but sometimes It sickens me. And makes me want to kill my self, I knew that wasn't an option.

Chapter Two
" MOM NO!! NOT AGAIN. YOU CAN'T DO THIS! "
She threw the dagger at the Body repeatedly. Over. And over and over and over. Just the same sound of blood hitting the walls.

To be continued....