Mother May I

Short story of a psychotic break.

"What are you doing Rebecca?"
"Something I've always wanted to do!"

I plunged the knife into her chest, watching her gasp for air. I never thought I could finish her off, after twenty-two years of my life, the devil inside of that woman was finally gone, and I could rest at peace.

"Thank god, you're finally gone."

I pulled the knife out of her chest, watching her last breathe leave her body, I couldn't stand it. I leaned in, and kissed her on the cheek, seeing how much blood was around us, I started to breathe heavy.
I knew, this wouldn't be the last time.