User:Laughinglillylife

"Lilly, can you come here a minute," my mother called and I groaned. I got up from my bed and plugged my earphones into my ears. I listened to the song currently playing, a lullaby version of Pop Goes The Weasel was playing and I began humming along. "Lilly," my mother almost sounded disgusted, "You still listen to that junk and yet you are 16 years old. Why don't you do something productive with your life and go get a boyfriend?" I glared at my mom, she knows perfectly well why I don't hang out with anyone nor why I have a boyfriend. I hated leaving the house, people would call me a freak, emo and even things worse. I just ignore them of course, but every once in a while their comments would make me angry or even make me feel like I would explode with an outrageous amount of anger. I chuckled to myself thinking about what happened a couple weeks ago. A guy was picking on me and wouldn't stop, I felt a small snap within my head, turned around and popped him right in the jaw. I accidentally ended up dislocating his jaw and he had to go to the hospital. "Lilly dear, would you stop with that look, it makes you look like you're out to kill someone." My mom looked at me calling me back to my senses. "I'd rather die then go outside." I whispered under my breath. "Excuse me," my mom glared and I glared right back. There was also another reason why I hated going outside. My mom is known as what you call a major drunkard. You leave the house, she starts drinking, you come back she is still drinking and she is abusive. Like I wanted to leave my little sister with that type of a woman. "You heard me. I refuse to go outside, every time I do I come back to you with a drink in your hand and you're drunk. Do you really want to have to go through this again?" I snapped at her. My mom showed clear signs of anger and I knew I should have run, but this time I didn't I...I don't know why I didn't. I knew things would get ugly if I didn't so why wouldn't my feet move? Why did my body tell me to stay there and see what happened next? Then I knew why, I felt like something would change, I couldn't tell if it was good or bad, but I somehow, wanted that change. A large ring flew across the room, and bounced back with immense pain on my cheek. As my head flew to the side I felt as if a rope had been cut in my head and everything went slack and I could do what ever I wanted and that was exactly what I intended to do. My vision turned to a blood red and the one thing in the room that wasn't was my dear mother. I chuckled darkly and threw my head back laughing insanely. "My, my, what a different situation this is." I claimed not even recognizing my own voice. "Lilly, dear, you're scaring me." "GOOD!" I shouted at her as I grabbed a knife from the counter and pointed it at her, swaying slightly with excitement. "Put the knife down Lilly, I'm sorry I hit you. I won't do it again." She promised lazily, not thinking I would do it. I threw my head back laughing once more looked at her. "Please spare me the lies, you said that last time. Now you're dead!" I charged my mom and stuck the knife in the bottom of her stomach, feeling the blood run out onto my hands and down the knife got me pupped. I dragged the knife quickly up her stomach making her insides spill to the ground. I stabbed her heart as soon as I saw it and her death was almost quick, but I know it wasn't painless. I took her organs and began arranging them into a bloody lily. I sat back and marveled in my work and laughed, daddy will be so proud of my work when he gets home. I wonder how everyone will react? Even you, the reader of this, how would you react if you came home and saw a lily made of organs at your home? If I were you, it would be a very good time to turn around. If I'm not behind you now, then I most certainly will be later. Sweet dreams, my little master pieces. (sung with pop goes the weasel tune) All around the bloody bush, the wolf chased the human, the human knew it was at its end, the remains are scattered.