The Pearls of Catharsis Times Issue 02, Dec 2016 | Page 20

A very Merry Christmas

I am ten years old yet I am nothing like one. I have the same build, almost the same height and weight than the others but there are so many ways in which I differ. For starters, I’ m really smart, smarter than my age, as all my teachers say. And I’ ve no friends. People detest me for reasons unknown but I try not to care. Although, it would be nice to have friends around to talk to and play with and live a normal life. It is 25 th December today, Christmas day. It isn’ t as cold as it is supposed to be on this day from where I sit telling you my story. It is rather cozy, warm, but with little to no effect on my pale skin. I’ m also numb. I can’ t feel my fingers, or toes, or any other part of my body and it’ s only my heartbeat I can hear which beats at a regular pace. One important detail: I killed my parents yesterday. I’ m a murderer. The world may think Christmas Eve an unholy night to commit a felony but there could be no other opportunistic day to do the deed. In the ten years that I’ ve lived, Christmas has been just like any other day. No tree, no cheer, no decorations and not a sign of Mr. Santa Claus. I have at times felt miserably unfortunate for living a life of utter bleakness but for someone who has never tasted light, darkness is nothing but a fiercely delicious meal. It was fairly easy to kill them because they slept in separate rooms the reason for which was that they couldn’ t stand each other for even a minute. They were unhappy with one another, their lives, and with their own selves; the blood stains on my clothes couldn’ t have possibly been more evident than that. I only freed them from their pain, if you think about it, and myself from mine. I attacked my dad first. I slashed his throat with the sharpest knife in the kitchen and stabbed at his heart multiple times till I felt calm and numb. Very easily I had put an end to the abusive drunkard I had for a father. I did have second thoughts about killing my mother but her obvious qualm which was now a prominent feature on her face frayed my nerves and I killed her in the exact same way I killed my father. I watched blood oozing out of my mother’ s body and I