Chapter 2: Chaos of Souls

I was born during the most unfortunate circumstances of my family, I , as I recall , was perceived as the herald of bad luck by both my parents and my brothers . I was a pushover for them and they did nothing to hide it . They called me a monster, as both my parents lost their jobs after they had me , and I was never looked at by them as an innocent child, I was the evilest being in their eyes. I don't blame them though...maybe I have had done the same thing in their place. Then when things got better, they realised their mistake and turned me back into the angel of their lives, their only daughter. Sadly, I had already become the monster they thought me to be. Though I hid it well , I wanted them to suffer, to feel pain . Pain , you see , is something sacred towards me, it's been there forever, being my friend, my hope , that I am not dead . I wanted them to feel it too. After all suffering makes you stronger. I waited patiently as my strength grew , little by little, I learned to fight...you know I am a black belt, I took karatè classes for self defence. Little did they know those moves could also be used for offence. I used to love to scratch myself, I loved the Crimson of the blood. I learned to throw knives. My family thought those scratches were just some scratches as I was really athletic. How ironic! The day I killed them , we had a nice dinner , we were talking about how our days went. At that point I just wanted some Crimson, not mine, theirs.I had smuggled some sleeping pills from a local pharmacy , of course I did my research. I bought them wearing a mask and a sunglass , they never saw my face. I could get them an overdose. Where's the fun in that??? So before going to bed , I made them drink it , saying it's an energy tablet,annoying, how they trusted me. They fell asleep. Then I roped them. Then I closed the curtains. The next day was a Sunday. Everybody usually stayed in . I waited until they woke up. They all were conscious enough to feel pain but their heads were dizzy. Lovely. Thought I .at first they thought it was a dumb prank . How dare they?! They believed when I cut their fingernails with my knife but Alas! None could scream. Their mouths were stuffed with cotton. There was Crimson everywhere and that smell , that beauty of it , it consumed me whole. I felt like a goddess. My mom was crying. I had always found her annoying, discriminating even. I smiled as she cried on ...I asked her to choose between her sons... if she chose one then the other will live. She just cried on and never chose . My brothers just whimpered in pain . I felt happy , they looked cute . Mom really was no fun ...she never could choose she just went on crying ...insufficient as hell. I sighed and slit their throats of my brothers one by one in front of her , I could feel her pain and I adored it . She went numb. Then I turned to dad, maybe I had a weakness for him , I loved him . That gives me even more reasons to eliminate him but I intended to make it quick. One stroke of my knife, and he went cold , I felt the death and I liked it . My mom just sat there eyes wide open at the three of them