The girl who found peace.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

murder, gore, not for kids. deep.

 

Life… why am I here? Would someone, anyone, care if I was gone? I hear that life is just a vapor, there then gone. What’s the point in following the rules and doing what I’m told? If I was here or gone would the sun not rise and fall? Would the birds not sing in the park to the people walking by? I fear that there is no point in it all, like we are trapped in a cycle of never ending sorrow… if only I was as naïve as the men and women who walk past, thinking only of the joys that the world holds. If only I could be like the animal who lays on the floor in euphoric happiness. Why have I been cursed with the sight, and the knowledge that there really is no point to it all? Or am I the only one who cares? I can undoubtedly feel the cold night that rest upon me, because I can unavoidably hear the unspoken cries from the people who know not of their own pain. Why has the gods that hold this chaos in their hands forsaken me? Can no see the pain that bleeds from the tainted air that we breathe! Am I the only one that sees the beauty in suicide? The irony in murder? Why am I the only one who feels the echo from the child who screams from inside me?! Why can you not hear it to? Am I the only one who knows not what it feels to be loved? Am I the only one who knows not of the joy and pain of playing the game that these people call the real world? as the moon rises in the sky these thoughts tried to drown her. Heart break was her normal and death was all she dreamed. She cried out to all she knew, she begged through all she did. All the people were to blind to see her tears that ran down her face in the black stained night. Her words were words were discredited. People only hear and see what they want to. One day, as she walked through her home, doing nothing more than what she always did, an itch came over her. No one knows anything... surely I am most vexed by the people who think that they know me. I must show them the hell this world possess! I must make them hear the same voices that keep me up in the night that the drink can no longer suppress. Later that night her mother, father and twelve year old little brother had come home from an evening at her little brother’s school. He was well known as the good child and every so often the teachers got together with his family to congratulate them or give some stupid reword. As her parents and brother sat in the living room, talking in their voices that seemed to cut her so deep like a knife into a peach. Her head started pound like a hammer and she could not escape the events that followed.  I will make them see… I will make them feel the pain that  feel! I will make them hear the screams that cannot avoid! I will make them know! I will make the know my pain!  That night she waited… with a calm feeling deep inside her. A coldness seemed to fill the room when the clock struck 3. She got out of bed and all the thoughts that had tried to kill her seemed to have crawled back into the hole that they inhabited inside her. She, so numbingly, walked down the wood stairs, feeling every groove in the wood. She walked to the clear cabinet that held her father’s loaded hand gun and walked slowly up the stairs where her mother and father were sleeping a peaceful sleep. She crept up to the door and with not a thought in her mind, she stepped into her parents room. When she heard the creek in the door and saw her shadow fall over her parents, she thought to herself… I will make them see. She walked over to her father as he quietly snored, he’s already dead… society has killed him. This cliché society that says the world must be this way, that says I’m crazy because I can see what’s really going on! She was hit with a sudden fury that seemed to burn her. Anger never seemed so sweet. She wanted to embrace it… she wanted to hold onto it. She put the gun on her father’s temple. The gun felt cold and heavy in her sweaty hands. I’ll make them see.

“ I’ll make you see.” Her words fell in the room like a rock in a lake. She opened her eyes wide and saw the world for what it was. She pulled the trigger and heard the pop, and smelt the smoke. Her mother screamed… but not for long. A loud pop followed the first. Blood splattered the walls and soaked into the sheets. She heard her brother crying from across the hall. She walked out of her parents room and slowly entered her brothers. Without a word she raised the gun… and a loud pop filled the room. The house fell silent. She put the gun to her side and walked into her parents room. The silence rang in her ears… “You never loved me,” she knelt down next to her mother’s lifeless body, “do you see now? Do you finely understand?”  she was calm as she spoke. she ran her fingers through her mother’s hair, and looked into her opened eyes. “Do you see?” the blood was warm in her hands. She stood with the feeling of disgust. How pathetic… these people who the world killed long before I did. Working jobs to make ends meet. Pretending that this is living the dream, ha, they didn’t know what life was. I’ve known true living… and know I know death. She smiled slightly and walked the down stairs. She sat on her couch and looked at the phone. with one motion she ripped the cord from the wall and started to scream. She went mad… she flipped the table and threw the chairs. The pictures that once hung neatly on the wall now lay in disarray, the glass shattered and frames broke. The T.V laid face down, couches were flipped and three bodies lay rotting… just up the stairs. She sat on the floor, alone. The next day… after the murders… a knock rang through house. She looked up and then to the door. The house was trashed, but to her it reflected what she had saw all along. She waited and herd another three knocks… and then the door bell. She stood, slowly and looked through the peep hole. a uniformed officer stood before her. She reached for her father’s gun and sighed. She knew this time would come… she opened the door, holding the gun behind her. “Can I help you…” her voice was no more than a whisper.

“Yes, can we speak to your parents? We got a noise complaint and we just need to make sure every thing’s ok…” the police mans words drifted around but she never heard them. As the police peered behind her at the un-kept house they suspected something wrong. “Are you alone?”  she still did not hear the words. She stepped back.

“Come in wont you?” she thought she sounded like her mother… dear God… I’m just like them! I expect life to be one way, I know that when I’ll wake up in the morning and see the sun! I’m the very thing I tried to kill! I’m the one I want to destroy! She stepped back from the police with a blank look in her eyes. In one motion she put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. A sharp click noise rang in her ear… “no.” she whispered. She tried again and again but the only thing she heard was the click the gun made when it was out of bullets. “No!” she screamed as the police took the gun from her hands and pulled her towards the door. “No! you don’t understand! I need this, you don’t get it! You don’t see it! You don’t hear it!” 

“What is it that I need to know?” the police held her arm, unaware of the dried blood that stained her hands, unaware of the rotting corpses that lay just up the stairs. She fell on her knees and held her face. She heard the police mans chatter from his radio. “What do I need to know?”  the room was still and air was cold.

“I can see it.” He leaned in close to hear her words. She moved her hands from her face and rapped her arms around him looking for a hug. He held her like the child she pretended to be. She reached down and unclipped his gun from the holster and pulled it slowly into her hand.

“What can you see?” he looked her in the eyes, “What?” She held his gun in her hand…

“I see,” she whispered and leaned back, he reached down to find an empty holster. He looked down and when he looked up she had the gun at her temple. “I see what the world really is, so I’m already dead.” She pulled the trigger and her blood fell on the police man who was in shock. Her blood stained the air, but she was free… never again to feel the pain of what this world handed her. She never had to feel unloved, or vexed, she was free. Don’t we all wish to know her peace…


Submitted: April 05, 2012

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