There's a devil inside

flashback part 1.

Its funny how one day someone can mean so much to you and the next they are dead meat...literally.

My father was put in prison for apparent "murder" but really he was innocent. He took the blame for most of my faults, ever since I was 7. There was something about seeing the scared looks in their eyes, watching the blood splatter everywhere as they fall to the floor. I knew my father would get out eventually, he had his ways..

When I was 7 going on 8 years old, my father had came in completely pished. You could smell the alcohol from him up in my bedroom. He was shouting but I never thought anything of it, until I heard crashing, I had tip toed downstairs to see what the fuss was about. "we should have just let the institute take her instead of me going to prison! Five fucking murders Mary!" he shouted at my mother as he abused her.

I had a gut feeling. I heard the voices...I knew what I had to do. I slowly made my way past the kitchen and into the living room where there was this hidden cabinet, built into the wall with a picture frame over the top of it. I had carefully lifted off the picture frame, I knew I couldn't make a sound, otherwise this could completely fuck up.

Inside this cabinet was all different kind of weapons. I preferred using knives, then I can get right up close and personal, but this had to be done fast. I picked up the small hand gun, sitting right at the front, there was only 2 bullets left, I knew I couldn't miss.

*BANG*

My mother had looked at me, speechless, she didn't know what to do I simply just shrugged and made my way back to my room. Leaving mother to clean up.