Was life meant to be that way ? Everything I ever did, all I have ever said, was it all leading to this particular moment ? Was it all planed well before I was even born ? Was it all a game, from the start, the very beginning of time ?
"Mommy ?"
Oh no, don't call me that, for tonight I am not your mommy.
"Mommy where are you ?"
Mommy is gone. Mommy will never be the same. Mommy has disappeared.
"I'm scared"
And so you should be.
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"Your daughter was so marvellous... What monster could have done that to this poor angel...?"
Sob while you can. Ball like a baby. Why should I care ? I'm the monster, I will always be that monster. What mother could kill her own flesh and blood ?
"How old was she ? 4 or 5 wasn't it ? Oh poor baby..."
Yes, she was 4 years old, but what does it matter ? She's gone now. Never to be seen again. Just a pile of ashes that I will throw in the air so as to give her back to the wild. All this masquerade is too much. All is fake. I can't wait for it to be over.
...
"Miss please open your door or we will need to use force !"
I know. Please do. Use force. Violence is what I strive for. Violence is my drug, my methamphetamine, my adrenalin. Break the door down, break me down. We shall all break down.
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Inspired
Short StoryAprès plus d'un an d'absence j'ai eu une vague d'inspiration (Thanatos). C'est très court, une page tout au plus. Ça n'a rien à voir avec Harry Potter non plus. Honnêtement je ne sais pas trop comment qualifier ce texte. D'autres textes s'ajouteront...
