Dysfunctional Existence

WARNING
 This story contains violent imagery, heavy language and abuse. If you do not like any of those things, this is probably not the story for you. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Authors note, this is a rewrite of my story The Mascot Massacre. I didn't think it was that great, and I want to improve it. With that being said, please enjoy.
My life has been on a downward spiral for years now. It all started when my son Giles was born. My husband Rick just, never cared for him. He would constantly yell and complain at him for doing the littlest of things. This obviously made me extremely angry at him, but he still never cared. What made me even more pissed at him is that when my daughter Lacy was born, he gave her all the attention in the world.
When I confronted him about this, he just said “He is a mistake, but there’s still time to make sure Lacy doesn’t become one.”
”Do you even hear yourself!?”
”I can hear just FINE, and you heard what I said.”
“Why do you hate him!? “What has he ever done to you!?”
”You’re stupider than I thought. “Get out of my way, I’m late for work now.”
I was left there, dumbfounded. Why did he despise his own son? Like I said before, Rick was always mad at Giles for something, but the thing that made him angry the most, was Giles’s Masklophobia. He was always terrified of costumes, but Rick just thought of it as him being weak. I did my best comforted Giles with his fear, while Rick just yelled and yelled at him for it. 
The thing that made us get divorced, was Giles’s 10th birthday. For whatever reason, Rick thought it was a great ideas to hire someone to dress in a SpongeBob costume. It obviously scared Giles to death, and I did my best to comfort him. Rick of course just yelled at him for it. At this point, I had enough of his abuse, and wanted to end it for good. I waited till Giles was at his friend’s house to tell Rick our marriage was over. 
He seemed overjoyed to be getting a divorce, but I knew there was a catch to it.
”Usually when a married couple gets divorced, they get half of everything.”
”What are you getting at here?”
”What I’m getting, is that you HAVE to give one of the kids to me. But don’t worry, I’ve already chosen Giles.”
”WHAT!? “You can’t do this!”
”But I can.”
Even though I’ve tried my hardest, I was only able to get custody of Lacy, and not Giles. I spent countless nights crying myself to sleep, as I seen myself as a terrible mother. A few days after Rick and Giles moved away to an apartment across town, Lacy came up to me. She was only 8 at the time, so I can’t blame her for what she said. She said to me, “Mama, why doesn’t dad love us anymore? I-is it because of me and Giles?” Tears began to run down my face as I responded in a shaky voice, “No sweetie, it is NEVER the children’s fault. “You understand?”
“Sorry mama, I just wanted to know.” She said, sounding ashamed. “No honey, it’s okay, don’t be ashamed.” I said to her. I remembered that I needed a job, and I decided to pursue my dreams of ballet. I enjoyed doing it, and even made a good living off of it. However I mainly did to hide the pain I was in.
I retired 3 years later, and realized that I needed to see Giles, as his 13th birthday was coming up. I got him a really nice gift, to make up for his 10th birthday. Lacy even got him something. He arrived at the apartment complex they were staying at, and knocked on the door. Rick answered the door with a annoyed expression on his face.
”Oh boy, and to what god do I owe this to?”
”Cut the shit Rick, where is Giles?”
”Sorry Antonette, but he’s currently grounded for not taking out the trash this morning. “SERIOUSLY, how do you forget something THAT simple. “Anyways, he’s grounded for the rest of the day, so comeback later.”
I beginning to get really pissed at him.
”Well we’re just here to give him his birthday gifts, so please move so we can give these to him.”
”Are you deaf or what? “I said he’s grounded, so come back tomorrow!”
”No Rick! It’s his birthday, so I NEED to give these to him NOW!”
”Mom?” Giles said as he peaked his head from behind a kitchen counter.
”What the hell are you doing out of your room!?”
“Giles honey, we were just here to give you your gifts. Happy birthday son.”
I could tell Rick was getting more and more angry, as his hands clenched into fists. 
“Alright Rick, we need to give Giles his presents, so if you could just-“
”No, I don’t think so Antonette. “I think you’ve both over stayed your welcome.”
”What’s going to stop me, huh?”
He then stepped out of the way, and I thought he was going to let us in. But foolish me thought wrong, as he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone.
”I’ll just call the cops if you don’t fuck off.”
Tears then streamed down my face as I yelled, “FINE, call them, but just know that I’M the one in the right!”
”Oh yeah, how are YOU in the right? “Huh?”
”I don’t ABUSE my own son for just being scared of something! “I’ve been the only one of us who have cared and loved Giles. What have YOU ever done for him!? “HUH!?”
”Just leave already Antonette.” He said, sounding tired. After he closed the door, I could hear him yelling at Giles.
”Why are you out of your fucking room!? “If you don’t get in there right now, you’ll be grounded for a WEEK!”
I had enough of him, and his bullshit. But no matter how hard I tried, I was never able to see Giles. But luckily when Giles left college, he came to visit me. We spent the whole day together, and it ended up being the most fun I’ve had in years. But of course, nothing can last forever. I was out of town to visit a friend, when I got a call that still haunts me. My friend Alice, who is in the town’s police force, called me. 
She said that in the late hours of the night, a gun shot was heard from his house. When they went to check his house, they discovered something that still brings tears to my eyes. They found Giles lying on his floor in his living room, dead with a gun in one of his hands. I the started to have a mental breakdown, sobbing uncontrollably. His death was ruled out as a suicide, as there was no evidence of foul play.
His funeral was the worst day of my life, as no one should ever have to be at their own child’s funeral. What made me even more angry, was that Rick wasn’t there. That pathetic deadbeat couldn’t even be bothered to show up to his own son’s funeral. Giles’s death was starting to take a massive toll on me. I fell into a deep, endless depression, as I tried to make it through life.
I blamed myself for Giles’s suicide, as if I was a better mother, I could have saved him. If only I was in town the night he killed himself. The news wasn’t making myself feel any better. There was a killer on the loose, who had been murdering people for years. They’ve been at large for 19 years, and the next night would be the anniversary of their first victim. I then started to wonder, if maybe Giles didn’t commit suicide. I decided to go to Giles’s best friend Erick for help. 
I asked him when was the last time he seen Giles, and he said that he was chased by someone in the forest, wearing a SpongeBob costume. It didn’t take me long to realize that the killer must have got to Giles, and hid his tracks by making his death look like a suicide. I knew what I had to do after this. I decided to go camping in the same campsite where Giles was chased in.
It was hours before something happened. I gotten up to find sticks for a fire, when I heard stomping around my tent, as I hid behind a tree. I didn’t think that it was a camp master, as why would they be prowling around outside my tent. I stayed hidden until the footsteps fade away. I then reached into my bag, and grabbed a hammer. I then slowly made my down the trail, as there were boot prints in the dirt. I then spotted a tall figure, back facing me, as they rambled something. 
It was someone hearing a grayscale Mario suit, holding a sledgehammer. I hid behind a tree and watched as he talked to himself.
”Where is she?”
”I need to find her.”
“I’ve already gotten ride of that mistake, now for that dumb bitch.”
“No, it can’t be.” I whispered to myself. I couldn’t believe it, Rick was the killer. I was feeling lightheaded, and pissed beyond belief.
I couldn’t take this anymore, so I ran from behind the tree, and started beating him with the hammer. I then took off the head of the suit, to reveal Rick’s bruised and bloodied face. He started coughing up blood as he said, “YOU! You’ve ruined everything.” “How did I ruin everything?” I said in a cold tone of voice. 
“YOU STUPID COCK SUCKING WHORE! “YOU THINK THIS WILL HELP YOU WITH YOUR PATHETIC GRIEVING!? “FUCKING HATE YOU!“
“Would you just SHUT UP ALREADY!” I screamed, on the brink of tears.
”You’ve ruined my life, you killed innocent people for no reason. You killed my own son.” I said through an extremely shaking voice.
Rick then smirked as he said “Y’know, I always thought in the back of my head, that maybe you didn’t have Giles with someone else.” I just stared at him, looking defeated. I had Giles with one of my coworkers while extremely drunk, which explained why his eyes were green. I then realized that Rick hated Giles so much, because he was a constant reminder of the stupid mistake I made. 
I don’t regret having Giles, but Rick sure tried to make me feel that way. I had gotten all the answers I needed, so I got up, and walked back to my tent to get my things. Rick was yelling at all kinds of threats at me in between his coughs. He said things along the lines of, “WHEN I GET UP, I’M GONNA FUCKING RIP YOU APAAAARRT!!!!!” “DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?” “I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU AND THE REST OF YOUR FAMILY IN COLD BLOOD!!!”
I left him there to die, and his body was found in the morning. I got rid of any trace of me being there. The police didn’t have a clue it was me who killed him, but the town was ecstatic that the killer was dead, so the police were able to wrap the nearly 2 decade tragedy. My eternal torment was calming down, as I, and the victims were finally at peace. Giles may be gone, but he’ll always be in my heart. As for Rick, I hope he burns in hell for eternity.
Category:SpongeBob
Category:Mario
Category:Murder
Category:Suicide
Category:Remake
Category:Rewrite