​​After Prison, I Killed My Whole Family​

As I walked out of prison, the officer clapped me on the shoulder. “Go on, kid. Go out there and live a good life.”

Outside the gates, my parents were waiting with a bouquet of flowers and a box of my favorite pastries. I ran into their arms.

My mother wiped away a tear, her eyes filled with pain. “Oh, my girl. You’ve suffered so much.”

One week later, at my birthday party, I took an axe and chopped off my father’s head. Then I hacked off my mother’s limbs.

Finally, I pressed a towel over the face of my little brother, the one I had doted on for nine years, and held him in my arms until he suffocated.

When it was all done, I washed the blood from my hands.

Then I called the officer who had released me. “Sorry to trouble you, but you’ll have to come and get me again.”

1

I put down the phone and sat quietly on the sofa, taking a deep breath of the metallic air.

There was so much blood. It was still seeping from my parents’ bodies. My little brother, on the other hand, had gone peacefully. His face was still, expressionless.

I dragged my father’s head over and set it in front of me. The agony on his face was plain to see. I looked at it, and a laugh escaped my lips.

Compared to my father, my mother’s face was a mask of pure terror when she died. Thinking of it, I glanced down at my pants. They were stained with the marks of her struggle.

As I was reveling in the brutal aftermath of my own creation, the door burst open. The young officers who entered gasped in horror.

But the older one, Detective Miles, just stared at me, his face a storm of fury. “You… why would you do this?”

The floor was a sea of blood; they had nowhere to step. The commotion brought our neighbors poking their heads out of their doors.

I smiled at Detective Miles. “Sir, you’re finally here.” I held out my hands. “I’ve killed them. You can take me in now.”

The moment the words left my mouth, two officers slammed me to the ground. My face pressed against the sticky, bloody floor. The smell was so thick it made me want to gag.

Then, the cold, familiar touch of handcuffs on my wrists.

Detective Miles’s eyes were filled with a deep, sorrowful disbelief. “Why?” he asked, his voice raw. “Why would you do this? They were your parents!” His voice cracked, and tears welled in his eyes. He looked at me with overwhelming disappointment. “I was wrong about you. I was so wrong.”

“Someone like you… you don’t deserve any sympathy.”

“Take her away!”

I was hauled out the door as a team of forensics experts swarmed the apartment.

“Abby, you killed them?” my next-door neighbor asked, her eyes wide with terror, as if I were some kind of wild animal.

I smiled at her. “All three of them. Mom, Dad, and my little brother.”

Her face went white. The other onlookers in the hallway heard me, and whispers erupted.

“She’s a psycho! She killed her whole family!”

“That girl is sick in the head.”

“Yeah, I heard her mom say she was in prison. She just got out a few days ago.”

“God, what a tragedy for that family.”...