All The Good Girls Go To Heaven
I Enjoy Pickles
The taste and burn of stomach acid filled my mouth as I ran from the warmth of my bed onto the cold, hard, bathroom tile. Mikey followed me, as I had accidentally kicked him when I got up and ran to keep my stomach contents from spilling all over the bedroom floor. He held my hair back as I gagged and choked over the toilet.
“Are you okay? That’s the fourth time this week.” Mikey asked, looking concerned.
“Just an upset stomach, I guess.” I replied. If he wants to figure out what’s really happening, he has to figure it out himself.
“No. It’s definitely not an upset stomach. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” He asked. I nodded with a small smile. Mikey smiled as well for a bit, but it was replaced by a frown.
“But... how are we going to raise the thing? Do we even want it? What’s going to happen when My Chem goes on tour?” The questions started pouring out of his mouth, just as if it was a river. “Is it even mine? When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Does anyone else know?”
“Slow down, I’ll answer your questions one at a time.” I said. “First of all, wether I keep this... thing... or not is up to you. I don’t have a strong preference either way. If we do keep it, I’ll stay here while you go on tour. Someone has to continue killing, and if the murders follow your tour locations, the police will suspect a connection. As for its paternity, you are the only person I’ve had sexual intercourse with in the past eleven years. Do the math. I would’ve told you a month ago, but I wanted to see if you could figure it out on your own. Besides myself, you are the only one who knows about it. Now, do you want to be parents?” I said, all in the same breath. I don’t enjoy wasting oxygen.
“I-I’m not sure. Can I have time to decide?” He replied.
“Take all the time you need.”
Peeling off the fingertips of a teenager is surprisingly entertaining. I especially liked it when Mikey stuck them all over his face. Blood makes a pretty good glue. Gerard was scraping away at the top layer of skin on the boy’s arms as Frank was starting to get at the second layer. They always worked as a small team. Doing different things that were related, while Mikey did his own thing, and I tied everything together. Blood poured out of the open wounds on his fingers as his appendages got bright pink from the newly exposed skin. Our knives were as sharp as possible, and could slice through to bone if you simply laid it down on your skin. Agony spewed from his mouth as I sliced into his cheeks. Yes, he was still living. I wanted him to suffer more than our usual victims. I sliced a smiley face into his stomach as well. It looked cute there, smiling as if it wasn’t violet by nature. His arms were completely bloody, seeing as Gerard and Frank had sliced off all of his skin, leaving just the remaining bones and muscles. Interesting, how a skeleton looks. To think, that’s how we all look inside.
“Toss him in the corner, with the rest. I’ll check for evidence.” I told my boys. They complied, dragging the victim’s lifeless body through the halls of the home, into the corner of my old room.
“I’m done. We can go home now. Oh, by any chance, does someone have some chocolate covered pickles?”
“Are you okay? That’s the fourth time this week.” Mikey asked, looking concerned.
“Just an upset stomach, I guess.” I replied. If he wants to figure out what’s really happening, he has to figure it out himself.
“No. It’s definitely not an upset stomach. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” He asked. I nodded with a small smile. Mikey smiled as well for a bit, but it was replaced by a frown.
“But... how are we going to raise the thing? Do we even want it? What’s going to happen when My Chem goes on tour?” The questions started pouring out of his mouth, just as if it was a river. “Is it even mine? When did you find out? Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Does anyone else know?”
“Slow down, I’ll answer your questions one at a time.” I said. “First of all, wether I keep this... thing... or not is up to you. I don’t have a strong preference either way. If we do keep it, I’ll stay here while you go on tour. Someone has to continue killing, and if the murders follow your tour locations, the police will suspect a connection. As for its paternity, you are the only person I’ve had sexual intercourse with in the past eleven years. Do the math. I would’ve told you a month ago, but I wanted to see if you could figure it out on your own. Besides myself, you are the only one who knows about it. Now, do you want to be parents?” I said, all in the same breath. I don’t enjoy wasting oxygen.
“I-I’m not sure. Can I have time to decide?” He replied.
“Take all the time you need.”
Peeling off the fingertips of a teenager is surprisingly entertaining. I especially liked it when Mikey stuck them all over his face. Blood makes a pretty good glue. Gerard was scraping away at the top layer of skin on the boy’s arms as Frank was starting to get at the second layer. They always worked as a small team. Doing different things that were related, while Mikey did his own thing, and I tied everything together. Blood poured out of the open wounds on his fingers as his appendages got bright pink from the newly exposed skin. Our knives were as sharp as possible, and could slice through to bone if you simply laid it down on your skin. Agony spewed from his mouth as I sliced into his cheeks. Yes, he was still living. I wanted him to suffer more than our usual victims. I sliced a smiley face into his stomach as well. It looked cute there, smiling as if it wasn’t violet by nature. His arms were completely bloody, seeing as Gerard and Frank had sliced off all of his skin, leaving just the remaining bones and muscles. Interesting, how a skeleton looks. To think, that’s how we all look inside.
“Toss him in the corner, with the rest. I’ll check for evidence.” I told my boys. They complied, dragging the victim’s lifeless body through the halls of the home, into the corner of my old room.
“I’m done. We can go home now. Oh, by any chance, does someone have some chocolate covered pickles?”
