Babydoll

Blood started to pour down her hand, still not stopping her from carrying on. I screamed in reaction to the situation-feeling the blade on the same place as Mama. She had stopped screaming now, as if she was immune to the pain. Her head slowly cocked to one side more and more. Hearing a slight crack of her neck bone, I froze as did she. The white bone stuck out the right side of her neck, penetrating through her skin. Her head didn't seem to move after that, as she carried on the gory process of slashing her skin.

Deciding I couldn't take anymore of the gory process, I squeezed my eyes shut, silently begging it would stop. Finish. I finally worked up the courage to look up, my muscles seized each other, tensing up my whole body. In front of me, was one of the most sadistic, and disturbing sights I've ever seen.

Mama stood in front of me, watching me. Her face had a permanent, sinister smile on it, her eyes were wide open. Gaping at me. Her pearly white teeth showing.

She spoke quietly.

"Babydoll, you're not mine to play with anymore."