It's Not Over.

Chapter Three: It's Done

          When she said that my face became serious."I said choose..." I stare at her waiting for her to decide. She just stares at me screaming from the pain and crying non-stop. "I SAID CHOOSE!" I yell at her getting frustrated. There is still no reply.

"I guess we can play it my way.."

           I drop 2 out of the 3 knifes, and in my hand is the biggest knife out of them all. I slowly drag the knife to the bottom of her chin, sliding down to her neck, sliding down to the beginning of her chest, teasing her.

           As I'm sliding down to her stomach, she figures what I'm about to do. "NO!" She cries out from the top of her lungs, as I aggressively with all my strength stab the top of her stomach, putting the knife in as deep as I could as I slowly drag it down to the bottom of her stomach. Blood then squirts all over my clothes and face. I could hear the blood rushing out of her mouth, her body starts to shake. "I'm still not done with you." I put down the knife and grab the blender on the counter and plugged it in. I kneel down to her body.

"I want to have a little more fun."

           I then grab her hand and placed it inside the blender, her body is shaking, blood is everywhere and her eyes slightly open, she's about to give up any second now. I then start the blender.. Blood squirts everywhere all over me, all over the white tile kitchen floors and all over her. I could hear the bones departing from each other. I knew right then and there that she was finished.

"My job is done" I say while going to unplug the blender.

         After doing all that amazing hard work, I changed clothes and cleaned up all the blood left on my body and as I'm walking out the door to leave the scene. I turn back and laugh.

"She never seen this coming."

           While leaving the house, I take off my gloves to put them in the side of my bag. Then pull out my phone to send a group message.

"It's done"

            As I clicked enter, I continued to walk and head to a deserted area, to burn any evidence I have on me. I pour everything out of my bag into a pit, and begin to start the fire with matches. As I stood there to watch everything burn and turn to ashes. I slowly smile and accept the new me. By doing this I can prove to them that I am worthy enough to go on killing sprees and other events. I hope they understand that they can trust me. Because if one goes down we all go down. So there is no purpose to snitch on anyone.

              When I was done watching everything burn I turned around to head back home.The whole walk there I felt alive, like I could do anything. I stared at the sky and took a moment to breath in the fresh air. I kick the rocks that are in the street, feeling like a little kid again. I can't wait when the whole town is saying. "Who killed Alice?" At first I wanted to talk myself out of doing this, but friends always come first to me and I don't regret the choice that I made. As I make it to my house and walk inside, I see my mom sitting at the kitchen table.

"Are you ok?"

          I said it like I cared. "They just brought in Lauren's dad to the station, it will be all out and scattered in the public by the tomorrow." It got silent. "You're mood is down because of what exactly?" She then lifts her head to look at me in my eyes.

"This man has been in our house and he's been close to you for years, like a father figure."

          When she said that I started thinking about my dad. "Has he touched you, or hurt you in any way?" She stands up out of her chair.

"No, mom, no he hasn't, but I'm sure you wouldn't care if he did."

          I look her in her eyes waiting for her to say that my statement was true. But she didn't say anything at all. "Exactly, my point proven, when dad died all you cared about was your emotions. You didn't ask if I was hurt once so ever. When Eva died, you blamed not only me but others around you, and you still didn't care about anyone but yourself...Now all of a sudden you want to play the mommy role and act like you care? You're pathetic. Why ask me questions about him, but no questions about dad, or my freaking sister!" My eyes start to water out of frustration.