Moonlight Dwelling

She sat there fuming over this latest disaster. Resisting the urge to throw things Sabrina got up and started pacing back and forth trying to figure out a way out of this mess. She felt like screaming at the top of her lungs but couldn’t because she was sure the bitch was just waiting for an excuse to make that call that would land her in a straitjacket because she had everyone fooled but Sabrina knew the truth about this bitch that called herself Sabrina’s mother.

“I have no choice I need to kill her.”

Sabrina had never hated anyone as much as she did this bitch. The thought of sharing blood with that woman made her cringe in horror. There is no way she could be related to that creature. She’d long come to the conclusion that the only way she’d have a chance at a normal life would be for one of them to die and since her mother wasn’t obliging her and Sabrina didn’t have a gun to finish herself off she had to come up with some sort of plan.

She knew she’d have to do some research but she really didn’t think there was a way to kill her without it coming back to her since she’d be the logical suspect. It was no secret that Sabrina hated Sally Mae who others seemed to adore because they didn’t know what a crazy bitch she was beneath the surface getting off on making Sabrina feel like a piece of shit that left her stunted and alone. It wasn’t easy living in a house where she couldn’t stand the woman’s voice and the thought of her walking around made her cringe.

There were many times when she wished she had a punching bag downstairs that she could pound on when she got into one of these moods. Sure she felt rage quite often since this woman caused it quite frequently but this last time just caused all the hate to flare up again. The crime was just the latest but it made her want to take an axe and split her in two if that was at all possible In that moment Sabrina understood why Lizzie Bordon went all crazy with that axe although the thought of getting all that blood on her made her a bit queasy since she couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Horror movies didn’t phase her but show a little real blood and Sabrina just keels over getting all pasty and nauseous.

“Oh crap I’m going to have to go there aren’t I?”

She didn’t want to but it was looking like she might have to go to the library where books were which terrified her. She couldn’t bear to be in a library because the books were sure to come tumbling off the shelves falling down onto her and crushing her under the sheer weight of them since they would keep coming and coming and coming. It just made her start to shiver just at the thought of going to that place but she needed to get onto a computer that couldn’t be traced to her if she was serious about finding a way to solve this problem once and for all.

Sabrina left the house and walked to the library which was just down the street. She was able to pass it but she’d always speed up just thinking about all those books inside. She just wanted to run past the place where it was nice and safe. But she forced herself to walk up to the door and reach out for the door handle. She closed her eyes and counted to ten. Taking a deep breathe she walked inside and ran back out.

“Oh screw it the bitch is old she’s bound to die sometime.”

By Barbara Desmond