The Lullaby

Staring at the knife in my right hand, I chuckled realizing I was finally going insane after what had happened today. The lady I had tied up began shaking violently in her restraints. "Shh, shh, shhhhh," I hushed at her using the dull part of the kitchen knife in my hand.
Ripping the sock from her mouth hoping she had anything to say, she just shook even more violently mumbling incomplete sentences. I put the knife against her throat hoping she'd settle down, but instead she begged me to do it. Out of my insanity, I slid the knife through her throat cutting inches deep. Blood spilled all over starting from her body, to my blue jeans, and sliding downwards to the floor.
After a few minutes of bleeding out and choking, she flopped her head onto her shoulder letting me know she had passed. I stared at the knife in my hand with a blank expression and dropped it into the pool of blood before me. Wiping the blood from my hands onto my black sweatshirt I turned around to leave. But before I could, I heard a voice. A warm comforting voice. "Son?" is what it said.
"Shut up!" I screamed clenching my eyes full of tears, not even bothering to turn around.
"Why my dear?" the warm comforting voice whispered.
I turned around to prove that it wasn't just my insanity, but.. but that's when I saw her. The lady I had killed not too long ago was sitting upright with pure black expressionless eyes. Her long dark brown hair was soaked in blood along with her used to be blue dress. You could see her throat ripped wide open, but that didn't seem to stop her from talking. "You're not my mother," I whimpered backing up against the wall.
"Yes I am, sweetie." Her voice was two-tone this time, half my mother's and half demon.
I flopped to the ground covering my face with my knees, continuing to cry even harder as I remembered memories with my mother. In the back of my thoughts I heard her sing an old nursery rhyme my mother used to sing to keep the monsters away and put me to sleep. "Mommy?" I sat up looking at her.
"Yes, Honey?" She smiled at me still having black expressionless eyes. "Come here and I'll keep you from the monsters." Her voice was going in and out of tone this time.
"Okay, Mommy," I said, crawling into her lap. She stroked my dark brown hair through the restraints and sang "Hush, Little Baby".
Just like she used to do.
Just like she always used to do.
Category:Mental Illness