Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25288624-20140811190730

When I was a teenager, about 16, my dad would always take me to the roof of our house at night so we could watch the stars appear. My mother hated when my dad did this. She always thought we were going to fall and break our bones. One day I heard my mother on the phone with someone saying she's "going to put an end to it". I didin't know what she was talking about so I didn't pay any mind.

That night when me and my dad went up to the roof, my mother came with us. She said she wants to spend the night with us for once. We sat there for about an hour when my dad got up to get a blanket because he was cold. It was then I witnessed the worst thing I've probably ever seen. As my dad walks to the ladder, my mother pushes him off the roof, only for my dad to land on his head cracking his head open.

When the police arrived they asked how he fell. My mother told them he fell on accident. 3 days later a failed surgery on my dads brain killed him.

After that I went insane. I found the 3 surgeons and put a knive into their brain. I then was going to kil my mother, but to my surprise she was expecting me to try to kill her. She pulled a shotgun cursed me out and fired at me. Luckily for me she missed and I ran away. I then went back ready to kill her, but she had security in her house, she had an alarm whenever any door would open, so when I opened the door late at night, the alarm went off, she woke up, the police came, and I ran away again.

I finally had a plan. I would set the house on fire luring her out, as she runs out the house, I would grab her, take her to the roof and throw her off. The plan sort of worked, as she ran out the house, I grabbed her, and went up to the roof. Only as I tried to throw her off, she grabbed me and we both fell off. I broke a leg as my mother broke an arm. I then stabbed her in the head and ran away.

The police haven't found me yet. I bet they will. It's been a year since I killed my mother and the police are still looking for me. They will find me, I'm counting on it. 