Twisted

Chapter 1

1st person

Darkness, I felt it closing in on me. It surrounded me. I'm trapped. I can't escape. I've been quite for too long and now its time to break free. Free from all these chains that intoxicate my body. The chains that fill my lungs until I can't take it no more. I will get my revenge. Whatever it takes.

I sit up in my cold bed, unable to sleep due to the new thoughts that rush through my head. I know what I have to do. If God won't heal my scars I will do it myself. I stand up and place my boney feet on the deathly chilly floor. As I stretch I hear every bone in my body crack and I let out a sigh.

I enter the dimly lit kitchen and grab the butchers knife from the drawer. The cool blade feels nice against the palm of my hand; the handle fitting snug. It feels natural to me, almost like this was my destiny.

Swirls of inappropriate thoughts swim through my mind of the things I could do with this blade. All this power and its mine!

After further inspecting the blade I head back upstairs and towards my parents bedroom. My confident hands clasp the door knob as I make my way towards my prey.

I go to my fathers side first. His parted lips and rough skin showing in the moonlight. He looks so peaceful. I raise the blade and in one swift motion bring it down on the body that has caused me so much torment throughout the years. He didn't even struggle as his once sleeping  body slumped onto the bed.

Next was my mothers turn. The slow rising and fall of her chest told me that she was unaware of my presence and the scene that had been played out beside her. Just like with my father I raised my knife and plunged it into her heart. Her blood squirted from the wound and landed on my face. I didn't mind.

I then through the knife across the room and removed the bed sheet from my mothers corpse. I then proceeded to undress her and myself and laid on top of her.

Once I was done satisfying myself with her mutilated body I begin searching through draws in the house for items that would help me get my next prey. I stuffed everything in a duffel bag, grabbed the money from my parents wallets and headed out the door.

I was free.

And I was hungry.

Well how do y'all like that? The first chapter of the new book I am writing. Feeling pretty confident about this but let me know how it was and then if there was any mistakes and what not. Until next time.
👑Peace👑