I had always had a voice in my head telling me what I should do. I told my parents about it but they would never believe me. They told me I was crazy and just hearing things. But they never knew just how real this voice and it's owner could be...
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Meet Lamia, the demon inside my head. She feasts upon fresh human blood and screams of horror. She talks to me at night. Telling me each and every different way to have someone scream in anguish and to torture them so they become unrecognizable...
It started the day my younger sister died. She was 7 years of age and had always had this cold feeling around her... Her favorite thing to say was, "The demon inside my head loves to sing her favorite tune of death and despair and one day I will too." The reason of her death is still unknown. Her body having been found as a mangled mess only recognizable by the necklace she had worn...
Lamia told me often that my sister did not fulfill her wishes and was of no more use. She had refused to kill others and often told our parents she was scared of the dark, but it never stopped her from loving Lamia's creepy melody.
Lamia shows herself to me at night and speaks to me in my head during the day. She loves frightening me, making me fear for my life each day. No longer wanting to be afraid of her I had given in...
My father had gone to work early this morning and in about three to four hours he would be back. Mother was in the study room reading a romance novel. I knew this was my chance but I was a bit hesitant.
Should I really be listening to the demon inside my head....?
I couldn't hesitate now, I already prepared everything and I would finally be free of Lamia... or so I though...
I walked to the study room and slowly opened the door to find my mom reading with her back turned to me.
One stab...
That was all I needed to do...
One stab thats al it's not that hard... But it was, seeing my mom and knowing what I was about to do for my own selfish reasons frightened me greatly...
I lifted my arm above my head...
ba-dump...
ba-dump...
ba-dump...
My heart beats faster and faster... It sounds so loud in my ears... Like a constant reminder of my fear and the guilt that was to come.
My mom turns around just as I brought my hand down along with the kitchen's butcher knife...
