Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Drama

  What was my name? What was my purpose? What was I before they saved me? 
"Hämta din röv här nere" my mother yells in Swedish. 
I run downstairs as fast as I can hearing the anger in her voice,
"Yes mother?" I say in Swedish myself. She gives me this angry glare and says,
" you silly little brat you know what," she then throws a glass plate at me, it shatters, and gives me many cuts, 
" do the dishes" you live in America but my mother only speak Swedish and I have to explain English to her. Once I was done with the dishes I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself off all of the blood, I was covered in it by now and I could not touch it in the kitchen because one drop of blood on the plate or the silverware would mean more, I got cleaned up and went to my room, I was only ten and my room had nothing in it but a bed and a wardrobe with only my little brother's clothes. My little brother dive three months after birth, and I guess that's where it started, my mother was Furious and she took it all out on me after my father left. The way from Sweden so we could live in America away from my father as far as we could go, ever since then life has been difficult, I talk to my brother everyday I remember how happy he was for only being 3 months old. As soon as he could move his face enough to smile he did it all the time, I think of his laugh and how happy it made me happy it would make me if it was real, but that didn't matter anymore my job was to do what my mother said and never, ever talk about my little brother Tommy. My name is Ariel but my mom calls me child now as if she doesn't know my name, the only reason I haven't told anyone about the pain is because what's there to tell? What's there to tell. You may be thinking a lot your mom abuses you she gives you cuts, but at the time I didn't see that I saw she was hurt, and I saw that she needed someone else to hurt like she did. That's why I let it happen. By the time I was of age to move out my mother was so bad off she couldn't even remember what to do on a regular basis. I found no way to ever help her throughout the years that she hurt me so bad so much. I am now 35 but the abuse doesn't ends there. The mother comes over and gives me a daily beating I've had one child since I moved out and that child has endured abuse from her as well, no matter where I go my mother seems to follow she seems to make us hurt as she did once long ago, but I will never forget that day that I got rid of her. Never. One Saturday evening she came up to my house, I had name is my one and only son Tommy after my younger brother who never made it past three months. She came into our house without permission without notice, Tommy was sitting there playing video games at the computer when she grabbed him by the neck and threw him across the room. 
"du värdelös sak" shout is that she picked him up and started to punch him multiple times in the stomach, he was only six at the time. I heard the noises and came out of my room and downstairs and saw her hurting him. I immediately came to instinct that she needed to be gone she needed to be rid of the world. I grabbed the knife that fast and started stabbing her the blood got all over Tommy and I, I felt No Remorse for what I was doing, I didn't feel anything that I was doing until Tommy left the room and came back with a nice of his own and started beating my mother. I stopped him immediately pulled him back and took the knife, I knew right then and there what I had done and the things I need to do to fix it. Mother was not quite dead yet so I put a plastic bag over her head and suffocated her. Then I ordered Tommy to go into the kitchen and grab a bigger knife and I've met for cutting meat, he did as he was told immediately happy to help, once he came back I took the knife from him and slowly started cutting my mother up into bits singing a song she sang to me when I was six years old before Tommy had died my little brother Tommy.
🎵sov älskling sömn sov älskad sömn, alla mardrömmar lämna dem till mig, sova baby sömn, sova älskade sömnen.🎵 
As I sing a lullaby I put her in a bag that Tommy had fetched for me. Then we went in the backyard and we dug her deep deep hole, when we lived in Greenland they used to put a seal underground and let the body rot for about a year before taking it out cooking it and eating it. So I decided to do the same Tommy and I put her under ground in a year later when Tommy was 7 we dug her up she was all gross smelling and disgusting but I remember eating a seal and really liking it we cooked her and cooked her and cooked her, until she smelled good, that night we ate and fed her to my friends and family the good part of my family Tommy's friends and Tommy's friends family she was never seen again, because she was in all of us I will never forget that because it ended, was Tommy telling me, 
"mother I think you would taste good too."