I don't know if...I was going to let this continue anymore. They keep on injuring me to the point that I will die before they even get the chance to kick me out? My spine, my skin, I was going to fall apart.
It wasn't until I was awake that I heard a different voice upstairs. This sounded like a child's voice. I heard fear, and a hint of misunderstanding, like the mistake of coming to this hellhole. I rushed upstairs to find out what was happening and saw a child in the main entrance hall. He was African-American, which was not good at all. They didn't like people with darker skin than I am. Noah was holding him by the shirt collar... tightly.
"Noah, what are you doing? He's just a child." I said.
"Get back in your God damn room, Leon. I will deal with you later." Yelled Noah. Tamm is talking on the phone with someone on the other side. Then she glared back at the boy, smiling slightly. Of course, they were overreacting as usual. I bet he looked at them wrong.
He struggles to loosen Noah's grip on him. "Please let go, mister. I was only wondering if you wanted to donate money to the orphanage. I didn't want to look like I was stealing or trespassing." He said, holding a bag labeled "Donations", with some cash inside.
Noah had taken it out of his hand, passing it to Tamm. "Hmm, free money, looks like you're trying to bribe us, just like you kind would do."
Noah checked the bag, noticing little to no cash. "Damn, it looks empty, kid, looks like no one even wanted to donate to your poor little orphanage. You should have given up at the first house that rejected you."
She peeked in the bag, disappointed. "Ugh, you're wasting our time. I am calling the police on this little shit."
Tamm dialed the numbers for 911. "911, what's your emergency?" Said the phone.
"Yes, we have a thief in our house. He tried to steal from us after trespassing on our property." She looked at the boy, smirking. She was proud of what she was doing, ruining people's lives.
That was it, the pain that conflicted with me, this is what they were doing to the boy, and I won't allow it. I have to put an end to this...because if I didn't, they would keep hurting people. My anger built up, and I stared at them, and my vision blurred, as a dream took over my body. Andranaline pumped through my veins, the tachycardia to kill kicked in. Noah had an antique hatchet above the fireplace; I'll put it into his skull. The hatchet was heavy, but not nearly as much of the weight of pain on my shoulders. It took me time to walk, I was hesitating to do what I thought was right...but that didn't make much of an obstacle, as the demon inside me wouldn't let me stop. I head back to the main hall.
"You are so going to get into trouble. I will make sure when you get sent back to that place... no one will take their sweet time looking for black children to take in." Said Tamm.
I raised the axe and sliced into Noah's shoulder. I lift and lower back into the bone and keep chopping into him until he stops screaming, I mashed his face into itself until he was unrecognizable. Every time the hatchet went into Noah, I felt my humanity leaving me. Tamm ran away from me and went to the back of the house, crying. I knew her bark was bigger than her bite.
I went to where Tamm was to finish her off next. I stood tall over her, lacking expression, but filled with hate and bloodlust. "No, stay back, Leon I'm sorry for how we treated you. Please kill me
"You let Noah brand my back, beat me over the year, and you felt bliss in my suffering. You were supposed to be my mother and father, so I will show you how it ends. I can't take it anymore, so be it. If I end up in hell for this, when I meet you there, I will be waiting, torturing you guys again, and again and again like you did to me." I said.
And with that, I sank the blade into her chest right through the sternum. I closed my eyes because it hurt me more than hurting half a human being. "...Remember that you made me do this!"
She yelled and cried in agonizing pain. Tamm didn't stop for a few seconds. But killing her felt like hurting half of what I could ever feel empathy for. My anger went away shortly after they were dead, and I couldn't help but throw up for what came over me.
What have I become? They took my humanity from me and made me a killer.
The only person left was the kid who watched everything in horror, traumatized, standing in place with no movement.
"Just get out of here, it's all ready over for me," I said.
I sit down in the hall with my blood-stained hands. I covered my face and felt my faith in humanity dissolving away slowly. That was when I heard the police sirens outside and then the pounding at the front door.
"Hello... come on, open the door. I hear some screaming from inside," Said the cop. "...Warning, if you don't open up, we will have no choice but to enter the premises..."
"Alright, knock down the door," and so they kicked the door in, causing the hinges to fly off. The officer held a gun, pointing it at me. I put my hands in the air because I knew that I had done something that might never be fixed. The blood was dripping down them. They noticed Noah's body was in a pool of blood.
"Oh..my god. Guys, get in here. We got bodies, get inside now." One rushed inside and looked around the house. I hear a gasp from the kitchen. "We got another in the kitchen. Hold up, let me check her pulse...we need a medic now."
"You're under arrest for the murder of Noah and Tamm Parsey." He cuffs my hands and pulls me to the back seat of the car. For a while, I watched the world outside. Ambulances, body bags, and the kid being taken somewhere else after being confronted. I bet they asked him questions, and I may have traumatized him for his whole life.
I was driven to the police station and locked in a cell that night. But, unlike what I slept on. I had a legitimate bed, but sleeping wasn't an option for me; my stomach was too sick for me to fall asleep. In the morning, I was transported into a small concrete room with a big metal table, with my hands cuffed to the surface. On the side was a dark glass wall, with some light seeping through, and someone was talking on the other side. I knew I was being watched.
Soon the door opened, and inside came a lady with a purse. She sat down on the other side of me and pulled out a stack of papers. Then she showed me some photos of the crime I committed. Hello, Leon. I am the investigator of the murder you committed. I am wondering what drove you to such madness
"What is there to know? I already killed two, as if you want details on how I did it?" I said. Her presence wasn't any different from Tamm or Noah's, just the same old sefish person.
"You can call Dr. Lammy, Leon. And I have many things to ask of you." She said while holding the pen to the paper, waiting for my response.
"There is nothing to say, I thought you would know that, but you're just as stupid as everyone else! No one ever learns." I yelled.
"If you don't tell me, then I can make your sentence worse. I'll put you in an isolation room for the rest of your life!" Said Dr. Lammy. "...speak up, I don't have all the time in the world. Just think back when and how you killed them...what went through your mind, Leon?"
I remembered it was the darkness over my eyes. I was being encouraged to kill them by the presence that took over my mind; it made me angry enough to kill people. It drove me to take that hacthet and strip the meat of their bones. Every time they screamed, it only made me want to hurt them even more... until he point they stopped. I could feel it coming back to me right this moment.
"I have nothing to tell you; this is my business, and I am keeping it that way regardless of what you have in store for me," I said.
"...You know what, you win for now. But I will come back, and you will give me answers!" Said Dr.Lammy.
She got up and walked away, but left a note for me that she would be back.