only a bit longer

i only have so long to live, i think

Every thump

Every crack, tack, tweak, twitch, squeak,
every noise makes me flinch
i think it's her
her ghost is comming to get me
DO YOU HEAR ME
MY SOUL CRIES OUT IN FRIGHT AND PAIN, FOR SHE IS COMMING TO GET ME.

What happened after Two.

Then I woke up.
I walked over to my mothers room and killed her.
Then I woke up
I walked over to my mothers room and killed her.
Then I woke up
I walked over to my mothers room and killed her.
Then I woke up
I walked over to my mothers room and killed her.
Then I woke up
I didnt wake up this time. "I'm supposed to wake up now!" i screamed, looking at my mom.
This time, I wasn't dreaming.

After Two.

my hands tasted funny when i woke up in the middle of the night.
mama was wincing in the other room, i could hear her. she sounded like a crying dog sometimes.
it was silly.

my momma got bored sometimes
daddy left a while ago, so she gets lonely
and she told me that daddy and mommy did special things together and that she wanted to do them with me.
and..i agreed
they were scary at first, but she started to do it a lot.
it didn't hurt at first, it just felt weird. then i got used to it and then she brought a thing. it was black and it moved and she put it in my private part. it hurt a lot.

I remember, one night i woke up with mama bleeding from her leg.
i giggled

After

I've always wondered why I woke up with copper tasting, red stuff on my hands..

then, they took me away.

mama bled those nights.

maybe it was me.

she shouldntve done those things to me.

maybe she would still be alive now.

-Paranoia, (short-story idea i had)