levil666
03-17-2009, 11:15 PM
When I was able to stop vomitting, I noticed Alice had been quite busy. She now had my mom tied to one of the rolling chairs from the office, and she had wheeled her to the end of my bed. However, she was not the only one who had been busy. While her attention was getting my mom bound to the chair, Drew had been working on undoing his knots.
He was very tall for his age, now standing at 5' 6", much like me at his age, and was active in a number of sports. His academics were also not something to be snubbed. Aside from making the school's track team every year in the long jump and the hurdles, Drew held a four point average in his grades. Alice had seriously under estimated the wrong sixth grader.
"You know, I was wondering when you were going to stop being such a pussy, but I guess somethings never change," she snarled at me, not taking her eyes of the final wrap on my mothers wrist. My poor mother, who spent her entire existence making sure her son and grandson had a happy existence.
"Alice, you don't have to do this" I said, pleading at this point.
"Yes I do. I told you, we were meant to be together forever, and you broke that the day you and your son sent me off to rot in that pit. I will make you suffer, as I have suffered in life."
-God, no, she's making herself the victim. Maybe she's lost it a bit more, better play into it. My parents are the real victims here. Better not let on.
"Alice, things can change now, you're back. We can work through what ever problems we have. Let's be a family again."
"I am afraid it's to late for that."
-Shit, crazy but not that crazy.
She walked over and picked up the knitting needles, scraping them back and forth as if she were sharpening a knife.
"No, I'm afraid, your poor mother here is stuck in this situation with us as well" She said as she rammed each needle through my mothers forearm and into the chair. Her screams were audible, even through the stifling gag.
At this point, I noticed drew had loosened the knots enough around his ankle to slip them off once he had undone his wrists. This way, hopefully one of us can make it out.
Alice walked over to the duffel bag and grabbed my mother's favorite pair of pruning shears. My mom had always had a marvelous rose garden, which she was very proud of, and Alice was always envious of it. We at one point tried to have a garden, but Alices attention soon went from that and back to the bottle.
"I figured, I would give your mother a little gardening lesson tonight." With that, she began snipping my mothers fingers off at the knuckles. Her screams were kept muffled to mear whimpers through the gag. Why was she doing this? My mother had always been so nice to Alice. She was a saint without reason. She didn't deserve this.
"ALICE STOP THIS!" I yelled, which only made her laugh to herself, as I tried to keep another round of vomit down.
After she finished snipping, she went back to the black duffel bag and grabbed a saw and some duck tape, She began taping my mothers arms and legs. She was making tourniquets. This was going to go on for a little bit.
"I figured, after pruining, I could teach your loving mother how to take care of dying limbs" she said with a snicker before sawing off my mothers arms and legs. The muffled screams had finally stopped. It now sounded as if my mom was just repeating the same two words over and over.
"Please just end this Alice." I said, tears running down my cheeks, all but blurring my vision of drew loosening the knots around his wrists. All I could do was picture every instant of kindness that my mother had done for me, and it came back in an unstoppable flood.
"Oh, I will. It's now onto your mothers final lesson." She said, walking back over to the duffel bag.
"How to take care of the dead plant." She said, as she pulled a hatchet from that fucking bag.
"Cutting it off at the base." She swung the hatchet into my mothers neck on both sides, before her head rolled to the ground.
I was now trying more than ever tobreak free, but those binds weren't breaking. To make it worse, there was a stump of a human being that was once my mother, sitting lifeless in front of me. At least her suffering was over.
"What are you trying to do?" She said with that sick grimace.
I felt so defenseless. Here was this monster in front of me, with her blood soaked hatchet in hand enjoying each of my pointless squirms. The streaks of blood that masked her grin made it even more disturbing.
"This is only just beginning." She said, before turning to the closet.
Drew was gone.
He was very tall for his age, now standing at 5' 6", much like me at his age, and was active in a number of sports. His academics were also not something to be snubbed. Aside from making the school's track team every year in the long jump and the hurdles, Drew held a four point average in his grades. Alice had seriously under estimated the wrong sixth grader.
"You know, I was wondering when you were going to stop being such a pussy, but I guess somethings never change," she snarled at me, not taking her eyes of the final wrap on my mothers wrist. My poor mother, who spent her entire existence making sure her son and grandson had a happy existence.
"Alice, you don't have to do this" I said, pleading at this point.
"Yes I do. I told you, we were meant to be together forever, and you broke that the day you and your son sent me off to rot in that pit. I will make you suffer, as I have suffered in life."
-God, no, she's making herself the victim. Maybe she's lost it a bit more, better play into it. My parents are the real victims here. Better not let on.
"Alice, things can change now, you're back. We can work through what ever problems we have. Let's be a family again."
"I am afraid it's to late for that."
-Shit, crazy but not that crazy.
She walked over and picked up the knitting needles, scraping them back and forth as if she were sharpening a knife.
"No, I'm afraid, your poor mother here is stuck in this situation with us as well" She said as she rammed each needle through my mothers forearm and into the chair. Her screams were audible, even through the stifling gag.
At this point, I noticed drew had loosened the knots enough around his ankle to slip them off once he had undone his wrists. This way, hopefully one of us can make it out.
Alice walked over to the duffel bag and grabbed my mother's favorite pair of pruning shears. My mom had always had a marvelous rose garden, which she was very proud of, and Alice was always envious of it. We at one point tried to have a garden, but Alices attention soon went from that and back to the bottle.
"I figured, I would give your mother a little gardening lesson tonight." With that, she began snipping my mothers fingers off at the knuckles. Her screams were kept muffled to mear whimpers through the gag. Why was she doing this? My mother had always been so nice to Alice. She was a saint without reason. She didn't deserve this.
"ALICE STOP THIS!" I yelled, which only made her laugh to herself, as I tried to keep another round of vomit down.
After she finished snipping, she went back to the black duffel bag and grabbed a saw and some duck tape, She began taping my mothers arms and legs. She was making tourniquets. This was going to go on for a little bit.
"I figured, after pruining, I could teach your loving mother how to take care of dying limbs" she said with a snicker before sawing off my mothers arms and legs. The muffled screams had finally stopped. It now sounded as if my mom was just repeating the same two words over and over.
"Please just end this Alice." I said, tears running down my cheeks, all but blurring my vision of drew loosening the knots around his wrists. All I could do was picture every instant of kindness that my mother had done for me, and it came back in an unstoppable flood.
"Oh, I will. It's now onto your mothers final lesson." She said, walking back over to the duffel bag.
"How to take care of the dead plant." She said, as she pulled a hatchet from that fucking bag.
"Cutting it off at the base." She swung the hatchet into my mothers neck on both sides, before her head rolled to the ground.
I was now trying more than ever tobreak free, but those binds weren't breaking. To make it worse, there was a stump of a human being that was once my mother, sitting lifeless in front of me. At least her suffering was over.
"What are you trying to do?" She said with that sick grimace.
I felt so defenseless. Here was this monster in front of me, with her blood soaked hatchet in hand enjoying each of my pointless squirms. The streaks of blood that masked her grin made it even more disturbing.
"This is only just beginning." She said, before turning to the closet.
Drew was gone.