His Bloody Knife
2.
My mother’s screams woke me up.
“Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!”
It was pathetic.
I ran to the bathroom and saw my mom leaning next to the bathtub sobbing.
“Oh my god!” I faked, “What the fuck happened?!”
“He killed himself, He killed himself!”
“Are you sure he’s dead?” I asked with a smile mother couldn’t see.
“Call 911, NOW”
I ran downstairs, and reached for the phone, but then I stopped.
What if I killed my mother too and I could avoid the police, for now?
“GERARD, HURRY UP!!”
I took the phone and dialed 911; I could kill my mother later.
THEY’RE COMING, MOM” I shouted upstairs.
I had to get rid of the knife. I had to.
I ran out side, I Ran the farthest I ever ran in my life, to my friend Frank Iero’s house, and I deposited the knife in his trash can; fuck him.
“Mikey! Mikey! Mikey!”
It was pathetic.
I ran to the bathroom and saw my mom leaning next to the bathtub sobbing.
“Oh my god!” I faked, “What the fuck happened?!”
“He killed himself, He killed himself!”
“Are you sure he’s dead?” I asked with a smile mother couldn’t see.
“Call 911, NOW”
I ran downstairs, and reached for the phone, but then I stopped.
What if I killed my mother too and I could avoid the police, for now?
“GERARD, HURRY UP!!”
I took the phone and dialed 911; I could kill my mother later.
THEY’RE COMING, MOM” I shouted upstairs.
I had to get rid of the knife. I had to.
I ran out side, I Ran the farthest I ever ran in my life, to my friend Frank Iero’s house, and I deposited the knife in his trash can; fuck him.