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Death chill

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Flash Fiction Fun


What would you do if you had to murder somebody for the first time?

Submitted: September 21, 2018

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Submitted: September 21, 2018

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What am I doing?

Am I really going to go through with this?
Do I have to go through with this?

Thousands of similar thoughts rush through my head, clouding my thoughts. Yet only one rises above the rest:

Does she deserve this?

No.
Not in the slightest, but I have a task. A grim, dreadful one that I have to finish.
She knows too much.

I raise my arm nervously, knife wavering in fear, suspended above my victim.

She’s done so much for me, and this is how I repay her?

Doesn’t matter. I’m already standing here, nobody to witness my horrible crime. Nobody to see me do it while she’s defenceless. While she’s asleep, expecting to wake up to her loving family…

Expecting to wake up to her young kids, kids who haven’t even learnt the meaning of the word murder…

I tighten my grip on the knife, silencing the voice in my head trying to retain the last of my sanity.

This is crossing a line I don’t want to cross. To murder someone is one thing, to murder somebody close in your life is another.

I thrust the knife down, plunging it into her soft chest. Blood sprays everywhere, painting the bedsheets red. Her eyes snap open and instantly lock onto me, not a single noise comes from
her.
The only sign of life is her eyes. They don’t cry out in pain, they don’t widen in surprise. They don’t even present anger.

They just stare.
Stare into my soul, showing nothing but betrayal. They watch me as I crumble to the floor, leaving the knife impaled in her, wishing I could take back time.

I can’t live with this.

Her gaze is fixed on me, not letting me look away, forcing me to watch the life drain out of her.

I shouldn’t have done that.

Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!

I cry.
I don’t stop crying.
I cry until there’s nothing to come out, until her body is cold and empty, still staring with those soulless eyes.

I’ve just taken a life; a life is something you can’t return.

I glance at my watch.

Shit.

It feels like I only just killed her. In reality, it’s been a whole hour.

I have to go before I get caught.

Then, just as I get back on my feet, something inside me snaps. So sudden I can feel my heart freezing over.
I prise the knife from her flesh, cool blood dripping off the end.

Wrapping it in a spare piece of cloth, I shove it in my pocket and step out of the room.

I did what had to be done.
I had no other choice.
If I didn’t take their life then mine would’ve been ruined. I don’t know if it was worth it or not. I do know it wasn’t the right thing to do.

But honestly, I don’t care. Nobody can know my secret.

Not even my own mother.




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