Killcount: Always Counting

Chapter 3

Erik woke up on the floor of the kitchen. A searing pain rushed through his face like a tidal wave. When he tried to get up he immediately fell back to the ground. "Ow shit that hurts," Erik mumbled. Slowly Erik got up his chest and face writhing in pain. Once on his feet, Erik took a look at his surroundings. "Some Birthday this turned out to be," Erik grumbled sarcastically. It was dark and Erik could still smell the emotion that was shown not to long ago. "Aww crap my face," Erik exclaimed making his way to a mirror. "It's not that bad," Eric said reassuringly. There were a few bad cuts around his left eyebrow were his glasses broke into his face and there were some smaller cuts around his cheeks. He looked closely and noticed that the swelling in his lips had gone down a bit and then it hit him. "My nose......it's...all......bandaged up and not all broken," Erik said confused. "Who could have bandaged me up?" Erik questioned but quickly shook it out of his mind.
Erik tried touching his face but a sharp pain told him not to. Erik looked deeper into the mirror Feeling this overwhelming feeling of anger. A violent flood of emotions clouded his mind and despite the pain, Erik let out a blood-curdling cackle that would send shivers down anybody's spine. But nobody was home his Mother and family had obviously gone somewhere leaving Erik behind again. The clock on the wall said 11, so Erik calmly walked back to his room feeling so much better and sat down at his bed he looked around and picked up his knife from under his pillow and started to count but it wasn't entirely out of depression or anger. No this time it was mixed with another feeling. The feeling of Insanity. "19...20...21..." Erik said in a singsong manner even more discordant than ever before. Erik daydreamed away of returning the favor to his so-called "father" for the horrible way he had treated him.  At that moment James and the rest of the family came into the house "Yes officer I'll make sure my wife doesn't klutz up anything else." James lied pulling his wife into the living room.And shut the door. Erik's Mom was on the verge of tears and was bandaged up from her so-called "Clumsiness". James grabbed her by the arm and said "Not a word about this you klutz." James grinned. Bubba just went to his room acting snobbish as usual. "Where is Erik?" Erik's Mom asked sympathetically. "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHERE THAT FUCKING LOUDMOUTH DEGENERATE IS." James boomed. This made Erik's blood start to boil he could feel his mind burning like a whistling teapot.  "One of these days I'll shut that brat up for good," James grumbled under his breath. Erik overheard this and let out a twisted grin much like before but fueled by the pain in his face that was ever so abundant at this exact moment. And stepped out from his room and into the living room. "Then do it for a fat piece of shit." Erik grinned. "What did you say, boy." Jame's voice boomed quieter. His voice was still sore from earlier that day. "You want to shut me up so fucking bad just do it." Erik beamed creepily clenching his tan fists. James then smirked and signaled to someone but before Erik could turn around Bubba had hit him over the head with a baseball bat knocking him out cold. This being the second time in one day He'd been knocked out. He couldn't even hear his mother's cries of interjection and concern. All he felt was the lukewarm blood running down the back of his head.

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To Be Continued