I Killed Them..

I screamed and I wept until the next morning. With the first ray of sunshine right on my face, my eyes swollen, I felt a bolt, a jerk in my body, a chill went down my spine, what next? A sudden realization had occurred. I had been sitting outside, in the patio all night, no food, no cover. I was blank for a moment, a long one. Now that it was all over, done with, finished, complete, what do I do next, where do I go? Everything’s okay, all will be fine, I kept repeating to myself, trying to be something I had never been these entire twelve years of my life, sanguine! God must really have something in mind. After all every human being has a purpose, a goal for coming here, I must do too. But, what? All this while I was rubbing someone else’s filth all over myself, trying to make them ‘clean’, not realizing what I was losing in the trade, ‘myself’, my life! It had been a long and very tiring voyage, I was fed up, of everything, of this world, myself. They beat me every single day of my life. It seemed after a while that they gained some sort of a sadistic pleasure out of it, I guess. ‘cuz even when I was right and I had done the dishes properly, I would get a slap or a punch circling one of my eyes for an entire week. They said, ‘you are a blot, an aberration for everyone, my parents, that’s why they left me with them. They didn’t even let me call them uncle and aunt but Colonel Sir and Madam Josephine. I was only four, sparkly light blue eyes, red cheeks and dark curly hair, Preston told me, the butler. He’s old now, very old, he has a saggy face and his hands seem to always tremble. Preston, the only person I could call family, warm-hearted, caring, I shared everything with him, up until yesterday morning. Madam Josephine had fired him the previous morning on the pretext of secretly giving me food when I was on my ‘grounded’ period, which happened quite a lot. It’s crazy how people can vary so much in their behavior with the same person. Preston never hit me or shouted at me for anything. Just yesterday I was washing Colonel Sir’s uniform and a very tough stain, just not ready to be washed away, I was rubbing and rubbing hard, it just wasn’t working. Madame entered and launched a slap so hard I fell down, accidentally pushing down the vase she had got from a Vintage Store in New York. They threw me out, must have been a really expensive thing. They hated me. I felt sorry but not anymore, I was going to do something and soon. I had taken the trauma for eight whole years and it was over. I took his shot gun out of the room where he kept all his trophies and rifles and went to their room where both of them lay sound asleep, unaware of the darkness that was to forever crowd there lives, or whatever bit of it they were left with now. Sleeping peacefully, the two savage beasts. It was going to be the end, to my slavery and their fun, now! I aimed at Josephine first and killed her in one shot, the rest I embedded in the Colonel’s body. It was over! Finally! And now I’m in the patio, all alone, no family, no-one and, a killer!

-ME!