Category : Books-Non-Fiction

Sub Category : Biography

    I open my eyes and look around my lonely, and empty room. I roll over and look at the empty bed that was an end table away. As I sit up, I draw in a deep breath and hold it. After feeling like I may turn blue, I let it all out and lifted my heavy body. I leave the cold room and go down stairs. Mom was humming lightly as she made breakfast. She smiled as if Phoebe had never died, or maybe had never been born. Dad had killed himself, at least thats what the police decided. Mom seemed too happy for her oldest daughter and husband to be dead. If Phoebe was here she would agree with me, she was not murdered by an intruder, Dad did not commit suicide, they were both staged, by my mother. I'm afraid that I may be next. "Ann, goodmorning!" She grinned, "you hungry my dear?" I shook my head no. "You have not eated sence those two worthless members of our family died." I bit my bottom lip, so hard, I bit a hole through it. "Oh my! Ann, come here, let me clean that" I walked over to her very wearily. She started to soak up all the blood and gently started to talk, "I know you put it together, I will just tell you that, you are right. I did end there life. But I bet you can't guess why. Phoebe found out, thats why I ended her life." My eyes showed my fear. I wanted to step awake from her but she had a hold of my lip. "I was dating a man other than your father, I killed your father and made it look like a suicide because his daughter is dead. Does that make sence my child?" I nodded my head very carefully. "I like you more than I liked Phoebe, Ann. So I will let you live, but..." She opened my mouth wide and grabbed my tongue. "Bite me, stop me, scream, and I will kill you." I let her take my tongue and she slowly cut through it. The pain was emence. There was a nosie like nothing I had ever heard. It was the sound of skin ripping. "Thats better." She gave an evil grin and directed my head over the sink and through my tongue away. "Open your mouth and let the blood out." She soaked up most of it, but alot of it wend down the drain, making my head feel light, like a balloon. 
    20 years later...
Phoebe, my small daughter walked into my room and jumped on my bed. My Mother was in jail for ripping my tongue out, so my daughter was safe. "Mommy, I'm hungry." I smile a d sigh, 'food. Get. Some.' We walk down the stairs and I turn the corner to see my Mother, holding a knife with a grin on her face, my baby boy in her arms, lifeless.