The Magic Rock

My mom is a monster...No! I mustn't think of her as mom, otherwise, I would fail to kill her. She's no longer my mother, she's been warped by that...thing! Rock! Pebble! I don't even know what to call that shit she ingested. All I know is that rock made her superhuman. She does not need to eat or sleep but she can overpower me. Oh, how she can overpower me. I refuse to believe it was my mom who helped tie my hands and feet just to feed me to the dogs. You see, the rock demands that she feed it money. And when almost every piece of appliance has been sold, my mom had nothing left but me to sell.

I tried to see whether she felt remorse at what she did. I failed to see it. The rock made her complete. This was a magic rock that she took and it made her happy, and strong, and content, and all those things that we can't give her. I don't want to inherit the rock, I don't want to be a magical creature, I just want to be normal. But I know that if I don't do something about it, I will go my mother's way.

Shh!! I hear the lock! Must act normal, must smile at her, uh, should I smile? Or would that be overkill? Overkill?! Hahaha, fuuun nee! Wait, I don't have anything planned, damned fucking idiot. What's important is that the rock be cast out into the fire. I don't want to kill her by stabbing her. She'll have blood splattering all over the place...hello, only person to clean that would be moi. Should I strangle the monster with the nylon cord? Carotid artery : blood = plan discarded. A rope would do. How? I'll ask the monster to look under the bed and jump on her while slipping the rope under her head. I have to be quick as she's fast, and, let's repeat, strong. Quick, put the rope on the bed!

"Ma! (nster), help me look for grandma's ring. I dropped it near the bed, I looked everywhere for it but I can't find it."

The rock may have made her superhuman but it didn't make her any smarter. I held on for five more minutes after the monster stopped struggling. I looked at the wall clock to make sure. It was hard to hold on while my snot dripped, but I dare not let go lest the rock revived the monster.

Now, for the rock. It's a pity I didn't learn how to hone the edge of a knife, otherwise, this would have been a lot easier. It's also a good thing this monster is a small woman, she and I can fit inside our small bathroom. She smells like raw pork, that is, after I hosed out her shit and piss and most of the blood. I failed to find the rock, but I can still destroy it by putting all of her guts into the oven and cooking it until it turns to ashes. Thank God she hasn't sold it yet.