Descriptive Essay - Original Writing - 885 Words

Careful not to make a noise, though it wouldn’t matter if I did, I crept over to my victim sprawled across the floor. One, two, three. I pounded a nail into my target’s head. The satisfying crack of the skull filled the room. Around me, a pool of blood began to form. Trapping, encasing, stopping me from moving. The thick liquid moved with a purpose, though I doubt it knew what that was. Slowly, then all at once, the color drained from his face, like watching the credits of a movie fade into the screen. Gone. Until next time, but, unlike a movie, he didn’t have a next time. Sirens wailed in the distance. They’d be here soon, but it didn’t matter. They were always a couple seconds behind me and that’s all the time I needed to escape.†¦show more content†¦Ã¢â‚¬Å"Late night again miss?† I glared at the door, where my butler, Vincent, stood. Deciding not to acknowledge his presence, I pulled the covers over my head and rolled over. â€Å"You do know what day it is, don’t you?† I grunted in response. Vincent was lucky, I usually didn’t even make a noise. â€Å"We have to keep the tradition. Before she died, your mother gave us specific instructions to-† I shot up, sending the covers flying over the end of the bed, and planted both of my feet firmly on the cold floor. â€Å"I don’t need you constantly trying to live my life for me. If you cared, you’d let me go. You wouldn’t still be following my mom’s rules.† Taking a shaky breath, I continued, â€Å"She’s dead and I couldn’t care less.† The clocks continuous ticking filled the quiet void. It never took this long for a response. He was a bomb waiting to explode. It would be ironic if that’s how he died. I could see beads of sweat dripping down his neck as he bowed and receded without saying a word. A sure sign he was hiding something. You all must be wondering; why would he bow to a nobody like me? Well, that’s where you’re wrong. I am a nobody, but not in this house. I own every single thing and person that resides here. They’re mine. But. To my mom, I was nothing. Just a leech sucking money from her paycheck and food from her fridge. Even after she unexpectedly died, they still follow her commands. Her dead commands. As the door closed, I breathed a sigh of relief and headed toward the bathroom.