Scissor cuts

Chapter 1

I sit in front of the large mirror on my dressing table, watching my hair fall off my shoulders and onto the ground as I slice at it with my delicate silver scissors. It's pilling up onto the floor and I'm grinning at my new look. The thrill of using the scissors for something bad gave me such a rush. I need to find this thrill again I think to myself. My mother walks in and gasps at me, I turn around to see her horrified expression before the anger seeps into her face, she grabs the pretty scissors out of my hand and throws them across the room. That's when my first urge started, it was an odd sensation creeping up and down my body, grinning I lunged for the scissors and ran over to my mother, I continued to stab her in the throat and watch her fall, her face frozen in shock as the life drained out of her eyes. That was it. I found the thrill.