Killers are Quiet when They Seek Vtae

It All Starts Somewhere

I was sitting in front of my mirror vanity, I stole my foster moms face powder and started puffing all over my face.
I wanted to be a zombie ghost for Halloween...I had on my black party dress my foster parents bought me for my 11th birthday, because, for some reason, we were asked to be in the newspaper....my foster mom came in and gasped, dropping her purse
"AURORA!NO!"
My foster mom screamed. I jumped making the powder go everywhere! She screamed in frustration.
"You stupid girl! How many times do I have to tell you to STAY OUT OF MY MAKEUP?!"
My foster mom screamed at me. I didn't say anything...
I just hung my head in silence.... feeling like a fire was burning in me.. an unfamiliar thirst for something... something I wasn't sure what it was.... she thumped my head, with her fingers, making me nudge a little...the fire in my grew....
I looked to my left, and saw the only thing sharp around...
My metal hair pin with a witch star on it. It was for hair when it was up in a bun or something.
I snapped out of my thoughts when my foster mom roughly grabbed my wrist, squeezing tightly, making me gasp in pain.
"You have been NOTHING but trouble since we adopted you!We should of let you father and mother sacrif-"
"Judith! What's taking so long?"
I heard my foster father call
"I'm coming! Aurora is staying here! She didn't listen.. again!"
my step mother yelled back, staring at me the whole time...my head still hung, hair in my face.
"What ever lets go! I dont knkw why you let her get you all worked up. She's not even our kid, we did this for the money remember? Leave her here and lets go!"
My foster dad called from down stairs as my mother let me go and walked to the door way.
Ouch...
That stung...
"I'm coming Rich!"
She yelled annoyed looking back at the door, but as she looked back
"Now listen here- AHHHHHHHHHH!"
She screamed bloody murder as I stabbed her in the jugular with the metal hair pin...I stabbed her over, and over and over and over...no emotion on my face... but damn did it feel good.....
"JUDITH?!"
My foster Dad called, I heard him running up the stairs and I ran and switched the lights off in my room....
He got to the door, and slowly stepped in, I could see the shadow of his hands, trembling tremendously, his breath shaky and nervous. I crouched like a tiger, and as soon as he flipped the switch he saw his wives shaking, choking body, blood pooling on the floor. He screamed and ran to her, picking her head up. She tried to talk, but she was choking on her own blood. Her eyes grew wide as she stared past him.
"Judith? Judith what is it?!"
he asked holding her, she couldn't move, she couldn't talk, only cry as I got closer, and closer, until finally, I stabbed him with the pin over and over....and over...and over....until they both lay dead in front of me......
By this time I could hear sirens.... covered in blood I simply dropped the pin and walked outside, waiting for them to take me...
I sat there thinking about what had just happened..and I didn't care. I was upset in the slightest. It felt good yo finally be free of them.
10 minutes later and cops are swarming my house. A ringing erupted in my ear and everything became slow motion as they ran passed me in the house, muffled screams were heard despite the ringing still in my ear and next thing I know, I was instantly put into a cop car.... I was quiet the whole way while they took me to Smith's Grove asylum and I met with Dr. Marion Pierce.
She would be my psychologist...little did I know...I'd make a friend.....