1 The Beginning

I stood in my doorway. My hands fidgeted with the knife impatiently as I considered my future actions. With a small huff I strided for my parent's bedroom. The dark mahogany door opened with a slight twist of the golden doorknob. My parents laid on the bed together, both of their backs facing each other. This was it. My gloved hands tightened around the soon-to-be murder weapon. I pulled down my mask and flipped up my black hoodie. A faint glow effect happened with the darkness around me clashing with my neon yellow smiley-face mask. Hopefully they wouldn't wake. I continued my tiny venture across the room. I stood at the edge of their bed now. I loomed over them. Worthless. Spineless. Useless. My eyes narrowed at the sight of them.

Disgusting pigs.

I pressed the cold steel blade against my father's throat.

Fucking pig.

Fat useless peice of shit.

You deserve this.

With a quick slice against his throat, he was dying. If on cue, his eyes fluttered open in dazed panic. He attempted to move my hand away from him.

Useless.

I rolled my eyes and headed over to my mom. My dad would die soon enough anyway.

Oh mother, you've already expressed to me how much you've wanted to die.

No worries, I shall relieve your pain.

I stabbed her three times in her abdomen in succession to each one.

No more miscarriages.

No more 'mistakes'.

No more suffering.

I am your angel of death.

I will free you.

She didn't bother to open her eyes. That's fine. The less they play the victim the better.

'Play the victim'?

They aren't victims of mine.

They wanted this.

I know they wanted this.

If I didn't know, I wouldn't of done this.

Tears flowed down her rosy cheeks.

Tears of joy, I presume.