Mommy Dearest

Alejandra sat back and closed her eyes, trying to fight a migraine for about the millionth time that day. Her son, Damon, just turned three and he is all over the place, it is all she can do to keep up with him. God knows he means everything in the world to her, but sometimes she doesn't know if she can handle him alone. Oh well, she finally says to herself and gets up to go check on him.1

She laid him down for a nap about an hour ago, and she is already getting worried about him. As she is reaching his room she finds his blankey and just about panics. Why would his blanket be out of the bed? All her fears are vanquished once she sees him sound asleep, curled up in the center of his bed. She can't believe how cute he is, it always takes her breath away to watch his little chest heave as he dreams. She sighs as she realizes all the chores she still has to finish. She knows she had better get to them before he awakes... He won't like his play time ruined with cleaning. Alejandra kisses her baby's forehead, cracks his door, and spends the next part of the day cleaning and cooking dinner.2

Alejandra and Damon are sprawled out on the floor with building blocks and toy cars when her best friend shows up. Damon watches Sponge bob while Candice inquires about his behavior and their day. Nothing new in the life of mother and son. Alejandra explains how Damon has been especially misbehaved lately. She comments, "I don't know what is wrong with him these last few days, but he never wants to listen." All of a sudden a block goes hurdling across the room towards Candice, hitting her right in the head. The adults sit stunned for a moment, then Alejandra stands to lecture her son for his rudeness. It is getting late anyway, so the friends say goodnight and make plans for later. Alejandra is exasperated with Damon, but knows he is only three, so instead of yelling she picks him up to carry him to bed. What bedtime story tonight honey? "I have a different game I wanna play tonight mommy", Damon states proudly. She is surprised so she keeps quiet; though she makes it clear there will be only one before lights out. Before she can say another word Damon leaps from his bed and lands with precise measures.3

Alejandra screams as her precious little son's teeth bury into her neck. Shocked beyond words she stumbles back and lands against the bed. It is cold and dark, and Alejandra now wonders where she is. A shrill little giggle echos throughout the room, it is amazing how many chills that familiar laugh now sends. A light blares on and she screeches from the pain that has returned to her head; however now it is from the gash spreading across the back of her head. She is awake enough now to wonder how Damon's little hands tied this knotted rope around her arms. She flips open her eyes to search the room, there he is sitting on his little pony she bought him.... rocking and just staring at her. Pure amusement shines through his glass blue eyes. She tries to concoct an idea on what to do. She is too weak from the concussion she received just earlier... God, who knows how long ago. She starts to cry as it all sinks in that her little Angel is a demon. How could this happen, how could such a beautiful innocent thing carry so much hate? She remembers how she just held him in her arms and sang to him...she just kissed his sleeping face.4

"Baby, what is wrong?" Why do you want to do this, did somebody upset you? Come lay with mommy, tell me about it. Mommy loves you so much! Damon obeys, moving closer to his mother. Alejandra can't believe her luck..wait does she trust it? Too late, he is already beside her. She stares into his eyes and prays she has gotten through even a little. His toothy little smile cracks through as he stabs a handmade devise through her arm. She marvels at his craftsmanship, how did he manage that? She starts to wonder why he stabbed her in the arm when he is the only one with power here. He could end everything now. Where did this extra strength come from. He is truly powered by Satan. Damon starts to carve symbols and designs into her body, playing in her blood all the way. Finally he is covered in enough crimson liquid, and he is tired of hearing her voice, so he looks up and whines..oh no game over. He doesn't even let her finish her prayer, he starts carving into her neck. She keeps wishing to God to help her. She actually begins to pray for her death. She could not stand to live with her broken heart now. Her only love has tortured her with pure twisted delight. Her own flesh and blood, her own seed from the womb, what grew and took form inside of her. The one thing she gave life has just taken hers.5