Page 10 of Descent into Darkness

I try the doorknob, hoping that maybe, in the throes of passion, they forgot to lock it. No such luck. I walk with purpose around the house, looking for another entrance to try before I have to make my own way in. The night air licks my face as I come upon the back door. Looking at my reflection in the glass, I swear I can see steam coming off my face with the amount of homicidal fucking rage I have boiling under my skin. I turn the knob of the back door. Would you look at that, unlocked.

I walk inside, close the door, and turn the lock. Just in case. We wouldn’t want anymoreuninvited guests sneaking in.

The sounds of sex can faintly be heard. Every thrust, moan, grunt, and squeak of the bed feels like someone piping broken glass into my ears. My head throbs as the noises turn into Father’s laughter echoing around my skull. It’s taking every ounce of self-control not to take a spoon and hammer it into my fucking head—scooping the pain out like the last bite of ice cream in the container.

Looking around the room I’m in, I quickly recognize it as a kitchen. The pain in my skull quiets a little.That’s it, Osiris. Focus. My eyes scan the countertops until I see a big knife block. The pain quiets a little more as I make my way over.

“I’m going to cum again, baby! Don’t fucking stop,” Jess moans loudly, and my knees almost give out. My hands slam down on the counter, gripping it in time to keep me from collapsing. The pain is back with a vengeance, and it almost feels like my vision is getting dark at the edges. That’s odd. I’ve never experienced this before. It almost feels like the world around me is in slow motion. Or rather, frames are missing from the reel of film my eyes are recording for my brain to process.

My hand is pulling knives out of the block before I realize I’ve told it to do that.Filet knife? Naw.Steak knife? Naw.Chef knife? Naw... ohh… here we go. The thickest of the bunch. The meat cleaver.Yes. The pain quiets down again, and I feel like I can actually squeeze in a deep breath without wanting to throw up. Which is good, because now that I have my paint brush, it’s time to make some fucking art. To do that, I need to follow the fucking sounds these low-life, scumbag, heart-breaking, two-faced, cunt-fucking meat puppets are making.

It’s almost over,I tell myself.

Carefully placed steps follow the disgusting sounds. Something inside me yearns for me to leave and get away from the source of this pain as quickly as I can. What an odd feeling. Why would I run from it when I could butcher it instead? So many new emotions swirling through me with no one to offer explanation or guidance on what they are or how to process them. So, I will do what I do best, fucking kill it.

The door to the bedroom is open. The hallway I’m in is bathed in darkness, hidden from the moonlight that's shining through the window next to the bed they’re on. Hearing the sounds of betrayal was one thing. Seeing this man ram his cock into who I thought wasmyfucking girl, is a whole other thing. My knuckles crack under the immense pressure from squeezing the handle of my killing instrument. Thrust after weak thrust, I watch him thump into her. Every single part of me wants to swing this blade as hard as I can at the back of his neck, severing his spinal cord and watch his body collapse on top of her. Maybe she would drown in his blood. That’d be fun. But yet, my feet remain frozen in place. Every puff of air from their lungs makes the already weakened flame in my heart flicker. The twinkling light shivering in fear, knowing that it, too, is about to die. And with it goes any possibility of love. Snuffed out. As he empties his balls into her cunt, I, too, am emptying myself of all emotional connection to another human being. Like sand in an hourglass, their time is up.

“Hi, Jess,” I speak as I step from the shadow and into the light. A panicked shriek rips from her throat with the little air she has left after that pathetic excuse of a pounding she got.

“What?? Who the fuck are you?? Dude get the fuck out of here!” the guy yells at me as he rolls off of Jess’s naked body. She quickly covers herself up with the disheveled sheets that she can grab.

“Oh darling, we’ve all seen you naked. I don’t think you need to cover up,” I grit out as I keep an eye on both of them. They look like cockroaches frantically trying to hide.

“O??? Did you… fucking follow me here??” Jess sounds angry. That’s cute.

“Ya know, I really thought we had something special.” I make the weapon in my hand known as I speak calmly and concisely. “Really… really special.” I gently check the sharpness of the blade with the pad of my thumb as I look back and forth at both of them.

“I mean… yeah, you were fun. But Jesus. You’re a fucking psycho!” her frustration mounting in her voice. I can tell she's trying to act like she's not scared of the knife in my hand. But that angry face can’t block the sweet smell of fear in the air.

“Ya know, you’re not the first person to call me that today,” I say with a smirk.

“You know this fuckin’ guy??” Douchebag says as he swings his legs out of the bed and stands. His naked, sweaty body looks more and more like he wants to attack me. I hope he tries.

“Yeah, we hooked up a couple times. It was nothing,” Jess spits out at him before returning her glare back at me. I raise an eyebrow.

“Nothing?” The embers inside my chest are dying out with every word she says. “You’re going to honestly say that I meant nothing to you?” I take a step toward the bed and squeeze the knife handle again.

“Not a thing, you fucking loser,” she barks. I wish I wasn’t so attracted to the anger in her eyes. My dick pulses in my pants despite the fact that I know I won’t see that look again after tonight.

“Loser….. That’s what you think I am?” I narrow my gaze at her, my eyebrows pinching down on the top of my nose.

“Look at you! I’d have more respect if you stood outside the window with a boombox professing your pathetic love for me!” she says with a little chuckle at the end. I feel a low rumble in my chest start to rise as I remain stoic. Also, what the fuck is a boombox?

“Jess... shut up.” The guy’s two brain cells finally alert him that they are in much more danger than this fucking cunt realizes, “... there’s something not right about this fuckin’ guy. Can we please just get him out of my fucking house?” His voice is shaky and weak. What a waste of flesh.

“I’d listen to your little fuck boy. Not that it matters anymore.” I smile at them both. Full teeth, wide-eyed, psychotic smile. I dunno why I did that, but… it feels good. It feels natural. But also not exactly like me. Another version of me, maybe. I wonder. “Hehehehe,” I giggle. Ohh, that feels good, too. Huh. Mental note to explore whateverthatis later.

“Ya know what, fuck the both of you. I can get better dick in 10 minutes if I wanted it. I’m out,” Jess declares as she gets up from the bed and starts to walk toward me. I step in her way. “Move!” she shouts at my smiling face.

I see the slap coming from a mile away, but I don’t move. I want her to hit me. I want her to hammer that final nail into her fucking coffin. And she does it beautifully. In one big swing, she pulls her hand back before using her hips to swing it hard, connecting with my cheek and knocking my face to the side.

And that is it. The last grain of sand exploding like the Big Bang. Giving birth to a new universe. One filled with nothing but hate, pain, and death. An existence where the ones that live simply do so because I let them. Thank you, Jess. I feel like I am me again.

With my empty hand, I press my palm to the middle of her chest and shove with all my might. Her right leg hits the end of the bed, causing her to spin as she sails through the air until her flight is abruptly halted by the nightstand. The top of her head smashes into the wooden piece of furniture, crumpling her onto the floor in a haze.

“Stay!” I smile at her droopy eyes, heavy with confusion and pain.

“You motherfucker!” Ya know, I almost forgot he was here. Bitch boy tries to put on his tough guy pants and charges at me, fist back like he is going to pummel me in the face. I won’t give him the same courtesy I gave my ex.

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