Carrie

Carrie turned around, and she saw him again. Just standing there, looking down at her with a smile on his face. She knew she was doing the right thing, finishing what her father had started all of those years ago. As much as it killed her, Carrie knew it was her duty, it was in her blood, to rid the earth of all the filth that didn’t deserve a chance, that went against every law of life. She turned back and observed the girl in the chair once again. She was bound and gagged and it was a spectacular sight. It almost hurt Carrie to see the tears of pain in the girls eyes, but what could she do, she had promised her father that she had the courage to do this right, to leave her mark on this earth. He had always told her she wasn’t good enough, well this was her chance to prove it to him. To prove that she was just as good as all of her sisters. She wiped the sweat off her brow and noticed the smear of makeup on the back of her hand. Maybe one day, she might be as pretty as her sisters too. She paused for a second, and looked deep into the dying girl’s eyes. For a second she thought she felt a raw emotion, something she had forgotten all about since the constant abuse started. It was a pity. Carrie almost rejoiced when she heard that her father had suffered a heart attack. Why wouldn’t she, It meant the constant abuse would stop, it meant she could sleep at night, without the constant fear of violation, by the man that she used to call, Dad. Why was she here, why was she slaving before a dead man that had caused her nothing but pain? Carrie spun around, her eyes full of anger. She tore the gag away from the girls mouth, picked up her blade from the glass table beside her and ran it quickly across the girls throat. Warm blood spilled onto her hands and she stepped back, forgotten tears stinging her eyes. She ran her hand through her hair and watched this stranger die before her. Carrie dropped to her knees and screamed. “ARE YOU HAPPY NOW DAD? ARE YOU FUCKING HAPPY NOW?” She dragged the bloodstained blade along her pale forearm, kissed her victim on the forehead, and closed her eyes.1