| �Hi.� I said. I hated to speak to him�I wanted to stab him right there and splash happily in his puddle of blood. He looked at me both shocked and perplexed. �Hi� he responded �I made some raspberry tea and thought you could use a cup. You know after all that fighting with mother.� I said handing him the mug of his death. I tried to keep from grinning; it was harder than I thought. �Thank you. So you heard us all the way down there huh?� He replied taking a gulp of the tea, �Mmmm, this is delicious.� �Thank you and yes I could hear you fighting, I could only not hear what you were fighting about.� I tried hard not to jump to him and slit his throat. Erin coached me from within. �Why are you being so nice to me? I thought you hated me, Luna.� He said drinking more of the tea. �I do. I�m just in a happy mood. Don�t get used to it.� I said matter of factly. He gave me a side ward look and then finished the rest of the tea in one gulp, while staring at me over the rim of the mug. �I�m not going to keel over and die at this point am I?� he said putting the mug down on the coffee table and heading towards me. I recoiled. �I wouldn�t count on it. Why would I free you from this, when I would much rather keep you here to suffer in the wasteland called earth?� �Hmmm,� he said,� I guess it wouldn�t be like you to kill me. Perhaps your mother though huh?� he chuckled. My skin crawled with hatred but I waited for the tea to kick in. I knew that he hadn�t eaten anything all day and so the tea would kick in sooner than in most people. Besides aconite opens your blood vessels and helps the digestive system. �I�m gettin� a little sleepy.� He said collapsing down on the couch in the den.I watched in anticipation. Was he dying now already? It had only been ten minutes since he drank the last drop. I watched as he took his last breath and a huge smile came over my face. I needed to make sure he was dead. I took one of the fireplace metal rods and poked his eyeball with the end. He didn�t move. I let out a breath of surprise and relief one in the same. I replaced the fireplace rod. Then I realized that the man was over 200 pounds�how the hell was I going to move his body without waking everyone in the family up? �Shit!� I thought. �Get the dolly in the garage,� Erin said, �Shesh do I have to think about everything for you?� �Sorry.� I said distracted. I quickly ran down the hall to the garage door and grabbed the dolly with chipped red paint. I rolled it silently over the plush, white carpet in our house. I lifted him off the couch and put him on the dolly, securing him with elastic bands. Although the boy was dead, my skin still crawled upon touching him. I rolled him down to the moldy bottom of our house. It was succumbing with black widow spiders, my favorite. I left the dolly in the most crowded part of the foundation with spiders. I watched as they ran over his corpse. This insured me that if he was by chance still alive, after the spiders got to him; he would no longer be by morning. The next morning, just as the sun was rising, I drove him over to the Mojave Desert and burned his stinking carcass. I watched as the flames danced upon his being. All my anger and hatred burned down with him. A strange thing happened as the fire just started to fade away, somehow, a gust of wind managed to get past the mountains and blew his remains away for me. It was like it was meant to be. Of course, after this whole ordeal, the cops came by about a week later and questioned us about his whereabouts. I told them the made-up story and they ate it up like a jelly donut. No one suspected a thing, and after the whole thing blew over, they assumed he skipped town on a drug deal and somehow died or is living happily in Mexico somewhere. Now I sit here in the corner of my room with Erin rewarding myself for the perfect crime. � 2002 Jade Jackson |
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