Your mother comes bursting in the room.

"What the fuck are you still doing in fucking bed? Its time for you to get your ass up and go to fucking school! What the fuck are you doing with your hands under the covers? Are you fucking jerking..."

Before your mother can finish her rant, you flip your covers off and shoot her in the head.

Wow. You didn't realize you were that good of a shot, you weren't even aiming.

Your mother slumps to the floor and you jump out of bed, fully dressed for today. You hear your sister running up the stairs screaming, wondering what's going on.

You go out the window

You panic! You don't know what came over you. It was just her constant nagging, her verbal abuse, it just got to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. You don't want to kill anyone else.

As you attempt to go out your window, but your sister is already up the stairs and sees what you've done. She also calls out to you.

"Stop! You don't need to run away! Its okay. Just come back inside."

You listen to your sister

You stop to listen to your sister, you're still scared and panicked, but she's never caused you harm.

"Its okay I understand, you just couldn't take it anymore. Look what she did to you...okay, I know what to do. You just have to stay calm for me okay?" she says.

You shake and tremble, but you nod your head. She tells you she's going to leave for a little while, but she'll be back. You don't want her to go, but she says she has to, if she's going to help. You reluctantly agree.

After sis leaves, its just you alone in the house with Mom's dead body.

You try to hide it

Weird scenarios enter your head in your state of panic. What if some insistant vaccum salesman knocks on the door and demands to demonstrate his product? Or maybe someone checking for Radon levels in the house?

You have to hide the body!

You pick Mom up, trying to figure out where to put her. You decide your closet, unfortunately your closet is full of crap, so you attempt to stuff her in there throwing your entire body into it. As you begin to breathe hard, you catch the fragrence of the perfume still lingering on her body, you notice her dress has been lifted up as you've been attempting to shove her in your closet. You're aroused as you also notice you're positioned between her legs, you begin to have BAD thoughts as you stroke her thighs.

You can't stop yourself...

During this completely immoral act, you don't feel panic anymore, you feel power. Total power. All that shit she did to you, you're returning in kind. Now YOU have the power over her. You feel so fuckin' alive!

As you finish up, you hear your sister come back home.

You demonstrate your power again

You calm yourself, quickly get your pants back on, and head downstairs.

Your sister seems to have gone shopping for "body disposing" supplies. How thoughtful. She explains that Mom's body could be disposed of, and it sounds like sis has thought about killing the bitch herself, but was too weak to do it. Her weakness sickens you...

You grab the shovel and smash your sister in the face with it until you're pretty sure she's not moving anymore. You feel that orgasmic rush again. No panic at all this time. No fear. Just a release.

You've at last realized your repressed emotions have never really been repressed. You just don't have any, at least not in the traditional sense. You only feel rage and loathing for those who would try to control you and contempt and disgust for those weaker than you. You only feel happy when you kill. And you want to feel happy ALL the time...

You pack up as much of your things as you can and prepare to leave for the road tomorrow.

Tomorrow arrives and you feel unrelenting hate...