The woman who scarred me.
Mymother.
“I’ll never forgive you for what you did to me,” I said to her. “You took what little hope I had left in myself and my damn existence, and burned it on the fucking pier. You broke me in ways I can’t even begin to list on hand.” I swallowed. “Yourepulseme, Mom, and I thought that you should know as much.”
“Dor–” She stopped, and her eyes widened further when I stabbed the nail file into her jugular.
A faint spray of blood splashed over my fingers, and its warmth drove something inside me. It ignited me, in a way.
Mom began clawing at my wrist, but her attempt was feeble, at best.
I pulled the filer out, relishing the slickness of blood coating its length, and swiftly pushed it into the wound again. She sucked in a breath and stumbled, so I pulled the nail file out and shoved her shoulder. She fell to the floor, but not before the back of her head knocked against the small table, resulting in condoms and a couple bottles of lube to fall over.
I tilted my head and watched her as she writhed in pain – her gaze fixed on me. A small pool of blood had started to form on the floor next to her, and its potent smell all but tingled my senses.
I smiled again, and put a foot on either side of her helpless body before straddling her.
I sat on my heels and continued to watch her, but she made a weak attempt to move away from me, and that didn’t bode well with me.
“Seriously?” I mused, and chuckled when she tried to get away again.
“For how diabolical I thought you were, you’re being one hell of a stupid cunt right now,” I told her.
She made a sound – somewhere between a sob and a scream – making me roll my eyes.
“Didn’t think I had it in me, did you?” I said, and then looked at the bloody nail file in my grasp. “Well, you should have thought about the consequences of your blatant cruelty before treating me like complete trash.” I twisted the filer this way and that, and when a few thick drops of red dripped down to my fingers, I brought my hand over to my lips and licked my palm.
The smell, paired with the iron-and-salt taste of warm blood, hit me all at once, resulting in heat to rise in my neck and chest.
Mom made another sound – this one resembling something close to a gag.
I grinned at her as I rose on my knees. “I’ve gone rogue, Mommy,” I said to her, then leaned over her in order to bring my face close to hers. “Wanna beat the defiance out of me this time as well? Or would you like to have me raped by random men again, just to fulfill some sick fetish of yours?”
Her lips trembled as she stared up at me, and a few tears slipped down her temples.
I have to admit: I was surprised to see them. In all my sixteen years of existence, I’d never seen the woman cry. Not once. So, to watch her in the state she was in, was a new experience. One I wish I could capture, but alas, I couldn’t.
“You know, I wouldloveto drag this one-on-one thing we’ve got going,” I told her, “but I’m absolutelydonewatching you breathe. Because every breath you’re taking right now is grating on my nerves.” I canted my head and winked at her. “Time’s up, Mommy. May you rest in fuckinghell.” I pulled my hand back, and then brought it forward, stabbing the nail file into her throat.
Her body arched against mine, and her mouth fell open as she choked on a scream.
I twisted the filer into her throat, appreciating the way her skin broke under my command; how her eyes started to turn glassy.
She thrashed under me, so I stabbed her in the same spot again, and again, and again. Each time I did it, the wound in her throat widened. Tiny lumps of her flesh stuck to my blood-drenched hand, but I kept on stabbing. I was in a daze of sorts – one I didn’t wish to come out of.
I don’t know how long I’d been doing it for, but when the sound of sirens hit my ears, I let go of a breath and finally sat back on my heels again.
I stared at Mom’s expressionless face, at her parted lips. At the ghastly opening on her throat, and at the beautiful mess that I’d made.
Mission accomplished.
I was dimly aware that cops were outside the house – most definitely as a result of Marco having called them and told them what I’d done – but I honestly couldn’t give a shit about any of it. I was so at peace with the view before me, with the realization that she was gone, that I couldn’t help but smile again.
She was really fucking gone.
Gone.
I started laughing, then –trulylaughing. I tipped my head back and let my joy be known to the walls around me; to anything and anyone who would witness and listen.
