Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label murder. Show all posts

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Ruthie is back.... *malicious chuckle*


Ruthie- Going Back



“Ruthanne, I thought today we could talk about something a little different. Before your mother had you ever hurt anyone, or anything?”
“Well, sure I guess…”
“Would you like to tell me about it?”
“I really don’t want to get in anymore trouble, ma’am.”
“You can’t get in more trouble, but you can help me understand you a little better. Wouldn’t that be good?”
“I won’t get in trouble? Yeah, I guess I could tell you. It’ll be our secret, nobody even knows this.”
“OK.”
“One time when Mommy had me go get daddy for dinner, I always had to do that, I caught Daddy watching something on his computer. Something dirty. Sorry, I shouldn’t be giggling but if you had seen it-  Oh, it was pret-ty bad.”
“Did your father notice you had come in?”
“Yeah, but I didn’t worry about him much ‘cuz he was busy. He didn’t stop neither. Anyways, later that night, while everyone was sleepin’, I was thinking about what I had seen and…”
“Go on, Ruthie.”
“Well, I was thinking that that was the kind of thing that Mommy and Daddy do together, right? Not with some lady on the computer. I got pretty upset that my Daddy was playing with another lady so I went into his office and was gonna break his computer. If he didn’t have that he couldn’t cheat on Mommy, ya know?”
“I suppose…”
“So, I had one of his golf clubs, he really liked to go golfing, you know? Mommy said it was how he relaxed.  I just don’t see how hitting that little ball-  “
“What did you do with the club?”
“Oh, I smashed his computer. I knew Mommy would act mad, but she’d really be glad. I was thinking if I did this she might not hate me as much.”
“Why did you think your mother hated you?”
“I know she hated me. Sometimes I wouldn’t say they right things when we was around people and she’d get embarrassed. Daddy came in when I was smashing the stuff on his desk and he tried to grab the club. That’s when I smacked him in the forehead with it. Kind of on accident, but after he fell I hit him a few more times. It felt good.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Because Kristine called the cops, duh.”
“Was your mother upset with you?”
“Oh boy, was she. She still hated me. Daddy hated me too. The doctors tried to talk them into putting me in a place. They didn’t, you know, but I wondered why. Mommy would say, “I could have been rid of you, you know?”, but still she never got rid of me. She still had my birthday party with My Little Pony.”
“Is that all that happened? You had mentioned a cat before.”
“Yeah! Mr. Jinx, I brought him in from outside and he was just a baby. Mommy would have been real mad. She didn’t like animals, especially in her house.”
“What happened with Mr. Jinx, Ruthanne?”
“He was going to get me in trouble, he was. He wouldn’t be quiet at all. Mommy would have been so mad. One night when he was meowing and meowing I tried everything; brought him milk, water, some chicken, but he kept meowing.”
“Ruthie, what are you doing with your hands?”
“That’s how I pet Mr. Jinx, when he’d let me. Anyways, Mommy would have started yelling at me if she heard the kitten going on like he was. I cuddled him real close to my chest, like this, but he kept at it. I walked to my desk and grabbed my scissors. I only wanted to scare him…”
“Did you scare him?”
“You still ask a lot of questions.”
“It’s still my job.”
“I don’t think I’d like your job much.”
“Some day’s its hard.”
“Yes, I did scare him. He kept meowing. It took a lot of work with those kid scissors, but he did eventually stop that meowing.”



Another 666 words. Ruthie gives me the creeps :) I more or less wrote this for Nicole... does that make it more creeptastic? I think so.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Ruthie


This is a short (666 word) story that I literally just whipped out but I am quite pleased with it. I hope you get a clear enough picture of Ruthie, as I see her in my head. I had actually started this story out with a different sort of twist... it morphed.






“Ruthanne, open your eyes.”
“But it is easier to feel the music if they are closed.”
“There is no music. The only sound is of the others down the hall. Open them.”
“You don’t hear it because your eyes are open. It’s pretty.”
“There is no music and we need to have a talk, which would be easier if I knew you were looking at me.”
“Fine, it stopped anyways because you won’t be quiet. What is it?”
“Ruthie, do you know why you are here?”
“My mom sent me. She says I will feel better soon and come back home.”
“You aren’t going home. That is just no longer a possibility for you. Do you understand why that is?”
“No, my mom said I could come back. I am her child, not yours. If she wants me back she can take me back.”
“I am afraid it is not that simple, Ruthanne. Do you remember what happened the night you were brought here?”
“Sure. I was upset because mommy wouldn’t allow me a second piece of cake even though it was my birthday. I had picked out the My Little Pony’s theme, you know that? Someday I’ want to have a pony.”
“What happened when you were upset?”
“I--  I, uh, I think I knocked my cake to the floor. Oh, no! Is my mom still upset about that? I ruined that nice cake. Can I apologize to her? I can call her right?”
“Maybe you can make a call later. Let’s finish our talk.”
“She must be so upset with me.”
“Ruthie, what happened after you knocked the cake down, do you recall?”
“I was so mad at my mom. It was my seventeenth birthday, and I had been good all day, and I had picked up my room, and I had picked out the cake! It was my cake. She never liked me, my mom. I am different than precious Kristine and different wasn’t good enough.”
“Different isn’t always bad. What happened after the cake fell?”
“I think my mom bent to clean up the mess. She was yelling something at me, you know, I don’t even remember what but I was still so mad.”
“Ruthie did you do anything after that, before the police came?”
“I called the police. I remembered to dial 9-1-1 just like mom had shown me. When I saw mommy laying on the floor with all that blood around her I just knew I had to call the ambulance. Is that why I can’t go home, because she is in the hospital?”
“Do you remember how your mom started bleeding?”
“She was yelling those things at me and I saw the knives on the counter in their wooden thing. I am not supposed to touch the knives, you know. You have to be very super careful.”
“Yes, you should be very careful with sharp things. Good job. When you saw the knives what did you do?”
“I grabbed one and I made mom stop yelling at me, of course. It wasn’t easy. The cat seemed to shut up a lot faster when I did it to him. Maybe because moms bigger.”
“How did you make your mother stop yelling?”
“That is a silly question, you know that?”
“Why is that silly?”
“I can tell by the way you look at me that you know how I made her stop.”
“But will you tell me, anyways?”
“I took the knife and put the sharp side under her chin and sawed back and forth, back and forth, until she stopped yelling. She couldn’t tell me ‘no’ then, could she?”
“Do you realize what happens when you cut someone’s throat, Ruthie?”
“She stops yelling. That’s what I am telling you, you know.”
“After that,”
“They die. So, when can I call my mom?”
“When you cut your mothers throat she died. Do you understand what that means?”
“She stopped breathing.”
“Yes, and if we don’t breathe what happens?”
“We die?”