An aimless 10 minute scribble!

I woke up to the harsh reality; I had just done what mama warned me about. I wondered how it got to this, I mean – I know I do blow off the handle many times and take rash decisions, but this was rather demeaning for a personality like mine. Blood stains now decorated my previously sparkly white t-shirt, and the knife in my hand dripped some blood too.

In that moment I hear footsteps and indistinct voices coming from the front yard and my heart skips a beat – well, maybe a few beats. Horror crept into my mind at the thought of been branded a sick maniac. Did Arthur deserve this? I wondered as I stared down at what was left of him, his once bright eyes now looked hollow with nothingness.

A voice calls out to me – startling me all the more, it sounds like mom. In this moment her regular words of advice echo through my head again, “Samson, violence is never the answer. Learn tolerance” And yet, here I was, standing over the corpse of my best friend.

I try to scurry back into a corner as I hear mom’s footsteps getting closer to the backyard corridor, it was senseless trying to hide, but it was all my dazed mind could imagine to do. I hear her voice one more time as she appears through the half-open door, “Samson, who let Arthur out of his cage? I’ve not even heard him bark all day?”

Just then, she lays her eyes on the gory sight that is the sadistic murder scene of the family pet dog (and my closest pal in the world). In the days past, Arthur had become increasingly annoying; barking all day long and keeping the whole neighborhood awake. His new habit had worsened my migraines, it was near unbearable, and I remember almost poisoning his food only yesterday.

Mum cast an unbelieving glance at me as she let out a gasp. I dropped the knife as well as my eyes while she spoke, “Is this what you have become?”