The person speaking to me in my head seems to be dancing. I can make that out from the warm inflections of her voice – a tell-tale sign of someone hopping about and singing aloud. Perhaps she’s happy that I got smitten by her bewitching cadence and gave in to her suggestion. Do all sadists feel giddy about successfully cajoling someone into killing others?
There’s something at the back of my head that bothers me about my actions, but all I can think about is making her voice even merrier. Mummy and daddy wouldn’t have liked me doing things at the whim of a stranger, but at least I didn’t talk to a stranger. I know it’s rather like splitting hairs, but as my summer reading story said, whatever keeps your boat afloat. Besides, it’s not like they can argue. They’re too dead for that now.
I never knew paying attention in school would actually help me in life. Water is a good conductor of electricity. Mummy liked eating toast but didn’t like cleaning wet floors. Now, she’s toast.
Daddy’s look of horror as the blood gushed from his slit throat didn’t surprise me as much as the yelp of joy the girl in my head uttered. It gave me a start, but it filled me with a warmth I’d never experienced before. I wonder if I absorbed daddy’s body warmth, for he was going cold by the second.
Looking at my little brother playing by himself, it’s hard to believe that he minds our parents’ absence. He’s too engrossed in his charade to even notice they’re dead. He’s still laughing without a care in the world. Kids.
I don’t much mind his laughter, but today, it’s just in the way, for there’s a much more enchanting, melodic giggling ringing in my head. Both the sounds are vying for supremacy – my brother’s is guileless, while hers is brimming with malice. But such is its allure that I want to make it louder, louder, louder. And there’s only one way to do that.
First, I need to turn the light off. That’ll stop his laughter. Then, I stop his voice forever.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge #101. It was Anastasia Elias’s image in the prompt that inspired this. Spooky yet playful, for some reason. Perhaps that’s the child in me.