Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26221217-20150422174855

"Revenge is a harmful action against a person or group in response to a grievance, be it real or perceived."-Wikipedia

I killed him.

She realized it too late. She herself, had tortured and killed her own father. Sure, he might’ve deserved it, but she was going to be caught by the police.

She finally escaped a life of abuse and neglect by her dad, but now she was going to spend a life of imprisonment in jail. She decided that she had to dispose of the corpse before it was too late.

Grabbing the saw, she started to dissemble what’s left of the body. The putrid stench of burnt flesh filled the air, making her grimace. “Garbage bag..” She muttered as her bloodstained hands searched for a suitable bag to dispose the corpse in. When she found one, she grabbed the ashes and flesh and shoved it in the bag, and tossed it in the trash can. ‘Hopefully the smell of the garbage will cover up the smell of the body.’ She thought, as she walked downstairs, into the basement.

“Mom, I know you’re in here.” She turned on the lights, to reveal her mom, sitting in a dusty corner of the basement. “Miya! How did you-” She cut off her mom’s words and said: “Don’t call me that. I don’t go by the name you people gave me.” She glared at her mom, who was shocked at her bloodstained appearance and continued.

“Mom, after my tenth birthday, you both started neglecting me. I remember you helped dad pick out this dress for me. It’s sure beautiful, isn’t it? If you hadn’t left and eloped with another man, this wouldn’t be stained with blood right now. You know, you’re a horrible woman that I won’t ever call a mother. What kind of mother neglects their own child, because they’ve apparently found a lover? Well, I guess that didn’t last long, did it? That guy left you, and you had nowhere to go, so you dragged your sorry ass into this house and began living in the basement, unnoticed by my dad! And since you left without a trace, everyone thought you died. Do you know what you did, huh? Do you know what you did?!”

Miya’s animalistic screech hung in the room. “Mom, even though you came back, you didn’t do anything! Dad started getting drunk after you left, and started hurting me, but you didn’t do anything about it! All you did was listen in fear of getting hurt!”

“I’m sorry.” Her mom’s voice, laced with fear, finally managed to reach Miya’s ears. “Sorry doesn’t cut it.” Her mom’s eyes darkened, and she reached up and slapped Miya. The force of the impact shocked Miya, and her eyes widened. Not bothering to stop, her mom continued beating Miya down, until she laid on the ground, curled up in the fetal state. Her mom’s thin, bony fingers wrapped around Miya’s neck, in a attempt to choke her. Miya’s arms flailed around aimlessly, until one of her hands landed on the saw she had brought with her to the basement.

Bringing it up in one swift motion, the saw sliced through her mom’s chest, making her loosen her grip. Choking and gasping for air, Miya stood up shakily. She glared at her mom, who was clutching the gash on her chest, from which blood streamed out steadily.

Miya grabbed the hammer she had dropped, and smashed it down, on her mother. Sickening cracks could be heard, but Miya ignored the cries for mercy and continued with her onslaught. She then proceeded to smash every one of her mom's fingertips, as her mom screamed. Red coated her mom's fingers which now resembled mashed meat. Pieces of flesh were everywhere, and the agony from her mom's fingertips seemed to spread across her body.

Grabbing the pliers, she tore off her mom's lips, that she used to spend tons of time caring for. A rip could be heard, as the skin and flesh tore off, coating her mom's tearstained face in sanguine.

"Crying already? Oh well, I'm almost done. I can't wait until you filthy piece of trash die." She grabbed the hammer once more, and brought it down on her mom. Ignoring the cracks and screams, Miya continued beating the hammer down, again and again, until she finally took a break.

When she was done, her mother was no longer recognizable. Bones were protruded and were jutted out of the flesh at weird angles. The flesh was smashed by the hammer, much resembling minced meat. Her face was the most disturbing of all. A eyeball was out of it's socket, her lips were missing, and matted hair covered her face.

Crimson liquid coated her mom’s body, which was lying in a pool of her own blood. The sickening stench of death filled the air, making Miya gag. Sighing, she grabbed the saw and started hacking away at the corpse in front of her. When she was done, she disposed the garbage bags the way she had disposed of her dad, and said to herself: “Revenge sure is sweet."  