Oh, the place we’re going tonight. It’s time I paid my dearest mother a visit. She’s my only living relative, after losing my dad, sister, and brother in a fire when I was four. I was a triplet. Mom was never nice to me, saying she wished my other siblings had survived instead of me. She had called me ugly, retarded, and said my life was “Too fucked up to do anything to fix it.” I think I’ll ‘fix’ her life tonight. Gerard, Frank, and I walked up to the old, red brick house that I grew up in. The smell of cigarettes surrounded as Gerard took out his favorite lighter. The grass looked as if it hadn’t beed mowed in years. Maybe no one lives here anymore? No, I’m certain she’s here. I believe she would be about sixty years old now. Fifty nine, maybe. I knocked at the door, waiting for some kind of response.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming. Stop it with the loud noises.” Someone yelled from inside. A moment later, the door opened to reveal a short woman with slightly greying hair.

“What the fuck do you want? I thought you were dead.” She said. I was recognized.

“I just want to talk, mom.” I replied gently. The louder I talked, the more likely I was to make her mad.

“I don’t want to talk to you. There’s a reason I stopped paying the medical bills after you turned eighteen. They’re you’re problem now.”

“That’s not why I’m here.” I walked through the doorway without permission from her. Her arms were folded across her chest.

“Get your ass out of my house!” She screamed. Frank closed the door as Gerard placed two pieces of tape in an ‘X’ across her mouth. I knocked her head against the wall, watching as she became unconscious. Revenge is sweet.
Mother squirmed as she tried to get out of the chair her limbs were tied to.

“Well, now that I’ve got your attention, I have a few things to say.” I started, pacing back and forth in front of her.

“You made my life a living hell. You did nothing but criticize me every chance you got, and never apologized once. For most of my life, I wished I died in that fire. But now, I love life. Everything I do is completely, utterly, perfect. The world has no place for scum like you.” Gerard put his knife to her neck. She tried to shake her head free of it, but to no avail. It was strapped to the chair. I nodded and watched as Gerard and Frank went on with it. Her neck wasn’t slit, it was getting old. Her scalp, however, was. They peeled it back until her skull was exposed. Her screams couldn’t be heard past our laughing. Blood mixed with tears on her face. Frank made a large cut on her chest and cracked open her ribcage. Huh... I guess she does have a heart. Her final scream was shrill and short as Gerard opened my mother’s lungs. I made her smile in her final moments.

“Bury her now, quickly. I think it might rain soon, and I don’t want to get my new shoes dirty with mud.” Gerard said. I’m not sure why mud would matter, though. They were already stained red.

Notes

I was the first one born.