The Griefyard

Four

I grabbed my son my the back of his t-shirt and threw him to the wooden floor. He started to scream but I quickly muffled him with my hand. "Shhh...Aaron, hush. Don't say a word. This was your fault, you got yourself into this mess.." I whispered into his small ear, "but now you can't get out of it." I smirked and stared down at him. He was shaking and crying, scared that he was going to die. Well, he was. I raised the sharp, shiny knife in the air. His eyes went small with fear. "I tried to warn you, sweetie.."
I grinned menacingly and with full force, I stabbed the knife into his body, piercing his small healthy heart. One stab killed him instantly, but I couldn't stop. All my sanity was gone. I had the need to continue stabbing, bloodlust. I repeatedly stabbed him, laughing crazily. Blood flew onto the white walls and wooden floorboards. After a couple more stabs I removed my hand from his mouth and grabbed my bloody face, laughing like a psychopath. I WAS a psychopath. And it felt so good.

I had just killed my son.

*back to reality*

Stephanie collapsed on to the wet grass at what she just experienced. She relived the moment she killed her son. "See? It was you. YOU killed your son." Calum hissed.
Stephanie stared into his dark eyes, panting. "Speechless? Thought you would be." Calum sneered. Stephanie twitched violently and stood up, face to face with Calum.
"Yeah, okay. So I killed my son...I've killed my boyfriend...I've killed my best friend," Stephanie whispered harshly, smirking at Calum. She twitched again, her sanity slowly draining.
"...now it's your turn." Stephanie hissed and pulled out a knife from her pocket. The same knife that killed her boyfriend and Aaron. Calum laughed, "You can't kill me! I'm already dead."
"Oh really?" She giggled.


"We'll see about that." Stephanie raised the knife,.