Who am I? What's in a name that doesn't complete one truly. Some change their names for not enjoying the birth one they were placed. Why? A question I don't know. My name? I don't have one. I got rid of it to keep from remembering the life I try my hardest to forget. I'm Skull-boy. That's my name now, one that fits me better.
I was born the youngest of an already broken family. My mother, an abusive one who hit me if I so much as made a mess, my father was a drunken idiot who was rarely ever home, and my older sister was always gone, sleeping around with someone. I'm the only good one out of them all. Or I was. Before I cracked. I broke free of the pleasant and calm shell that hid my true desires, who I truly was meant to be. Insanity is what some call it. Me? I call it fun, feeling exhilarated by the deadly urges. What made me crack you ask? It was my mother, the abuser, who choose her death day.
It was a Friday. School was still in and I sat at my desk chatting with some of my friends. I was one of those kids I didn't have a specific group, I floated freely from one to another. I didn't have many enemies, the very few being those of the popular teens who thought of themselves better than I. I ignored them though. I had a bad life at home, school was my sanctuary.
The bell dinged, indicating the end of school and I packed my things into my backpack and stood, following my comrades out of the room and into the busy hallway. All around kids were rushing here and there to get out and head home to their video games or beds. I wasn't in such a rush, seeing how my home life was I actually enjoyed time to myself on the walk home.
I lived about half a mile from the school, striding down the sidewalk humming to myself. I often did that, it calmed my mind that I was unaware was already to the breaking point.
The walk finally ended as I stopped on my step in front of my door. I stared at it, wishing I could turn and just leave, never return to this god forsaken place. But I was to lost in thought to notice my mother yank open the door so quickly I was shocked she didn't rip it off. Her face was scrunched up in anger as she glared at me, her hair a mess and eyes red and puffy as always.
"There you are boy! Get in here!"
Gripping me by my hair she pulls me in. I felt something spark in my mind but I ignored it, thinking it was nothing. I had been getting strange thoughts lately, ones not natural for someone like me. I ignored them though, thinking it just nonsense and that maybe the counselor at my school could help.
The witch led me into the kitchen letting me go and pushing me forward. I look to see what was wrong and notice our dog, a German Shepherd with matted fur named Brutus, lapping up what looked like milk. My face drains of its color as I realize I had left my bowl of cereal I had this morning out while I headed off to school.
"See what you do you idiot!"
I turn to look back at my mother just as her hand met my cheek and I fell down to the ground. Slowly touch my skin, the place hit burning and I wince at touching it.
"Get rid of that dog before I do!"
With that she was gone, walking back into the living room. I glare at the doorway then look to Brutus. Despite his image he was a kind dog who wouldn't hurt a fly. He whimpered and walked up to me, checking to see if I was alright. I smile at him and pat his head.
"Yeah, I'm alright boy."
Standing I look at the mess and sigh. If only I had put it away.
Just like before I felt something spark in the back of my head, this time much larger and I looked over to the knife rack. I stared at them intensely my legs moving without control and before I knew it I was in front of them. I stared at the shine they had, glinting from the sun coming in from the glass back door. Slowly I reach for one, the spark growing quickly and just as it was ready to fill my mind a scream came.
"You still haven't taken care of the mess? What are you doing with those knives? Answer me now you piece of-"
Just as she gripped me hair and went to slap me once more my mind snapped and the knife I held in my palms sliced into her abdomen. She gasps, not expecting the puncture of the deadly utensil. Her grip loosens until I was free and I backed up, pulling the knife from her and holding it as her blood dripped from its stained crimson blade. The witch dropped to her knees, her breathing heavy with pants and she stares up at me, her red bulging eyes filling with tears. I just stared with an emotionless face then flicked my eyes to the knife, lifting it up. Giving it a thought I brought it to my mouth and licked at the red liquid. I could feel my whole mind change, a voice chanting me on, getting louder and louder. 'Kill, kill, kill!' is what it cheered and without a second thought I smiled maniacally and licked up the blade, the liquid sliding onto my tongue and into my mouth as I marveled at the nectar.
"You... you're a monster..."
I stop and peer down at my mother. She stared with complete and utter fear up at me, face twisted in disgust at my actions I was committing moments ago. I smile at her, lowering the blade back to my side and tilted my head like how a killer would to his victim. That's what I wanted to be. The killer of my mother. The last one she sees as her bloods runs dry and her eyes slide to the back of her head while her skin turned stone cold. It excited me and I now towered over her, my right eye twitching with the excitement.
"Like mother like son."
Before she could speak I lunged forward, gripping her hair in my left hand and lifting the limb back so her neck was exposed.
"I've come for blood, and I'm not leaving til I have your heart. You're going to pay for all that you have done. I'll feel alive when I have your blood, because revenge is all I haven't lost." I whispered it so calmly I was nearly ready to laugh. And I slit the knife quickly across her throat, ripping through her jugular. Letting her go she choked and fell back onto her back, gagging as blood poured from her mouth. I sat there with a grin clear on my face and lifted the knife once more and lapped at the blood. My mother was gone, something eliminated from this world never to be remembered. I so glad.
A whimper hit my ears and my eyes turn to Brutus who was staring at me in distress, his tail hidden between his shaking legs. My sinister smile increased and I face him.
"Hey boy, you know it's all your fault this happened." I chuckled as I stepped towards him. The dog backed up, bumping into the corner and giving me eyes full of horror.
"Guess I should do as she said, and take care of this problem."
Brutus was destroyed.
It was night time when I finally left the house. I wore a leather jacket, a black v-neck, black skinny jeans that were some what baggy on me, and black leather boots that over lapped my pants and went up to my shins. The knife rested in my sleeve as I strode down the sidewalk, rain pouring down on me while heading somewhere I knew very well.
Stepping into a tattoo parlor I walk up to the counter. The man looked at me, his brow cocked at my young appearance.
"Kid, are you lost."
I chuckle and pull out two piles of cash, my fathers drinking money. His eyes widen slightly at the money then looks back to me.
"I'm exactly where I wanna be. I want a specific tattoo so this should cover it."
Dropping the money onto the counter I pass him and head into the back.
Hours passed and I awaited the man to finish.
"You're all done kid." He stopped standing and moving so I could see the mirror. I get to my feet and walk over, peering in at my reflection. Even though my brown bangs fell covering some of it I was amused with the finished work and grinned like a maniac. The left side of my face was now covered in the permanent ink, half of a skulls face.
"How's it look kid? You sure that's what you wanted?"
Sliding my knife out I mumbled,"Oh yeah, it's exactly what I wanted."
The man, seeing the knife, went to say something but his eye was already plucked from his head. Screaming I slit his throat like my mothers. As his body grew cold and his eyes became lifeless I licked the blood off the knife, the crimson liquid rolled down my throat. Turning I finished my drink and left, entering into the cold night, my name forgotten and replaced as now I was known as Skull-boy, ready to have some fun.