twist my mother’s elbow bone off of her cold, lifeless body, Katie
was approaching me. I hit her, making her drop the knife, and
pinned her to the ground. I took this opportunity to grab Katie’s
throat and began digging my nails into the pale flesh of her
neck. Once I had her gasping for air, I decided to grab the elbow
bone and impaled her with the severed muscle. Katie’s color
drained from her face and crimson liquid trickled from her neck.
I put my hand in front of her mouth after she begged me to stop.
“Next time I have to hear that noisy mouth of yours, I will sew it
up with nice, neat stitches.” She shook her head as the air
finally drained from her body, and she was in the Devil’s hands
now.
When I woke up, I found my large family, now nothing but
a pile of bodies and bruises. I looked around just to see that
Katie had been crawling toward the door until I stabbed her
with her elbow bone. She begged for mercy but I wouldn’t give
in. I pinned her to the ground, slit her throat with the elbow
bone and she was dead. Everyone was dead, and I was at last,
victorious.
22