Shit shit shit shit

It hurts it hurts and he wanted it to be ding dong the witch is dead but it’s not and there’s blood on my hands and blood on my keyboard

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Did you know that smacking yourself does actually work for hysteria? Ok took a few deep breathes, good air in, bad air out Kaylin. Trying to type this coherently but my hands are shaking and my mind is racing and the keyboard is getting sticky from the blood and FOCUS KAYLIN FOCUS!

I was sitting in my living room playing with a piece of quartz when the world fucking exploded. What looked like a giant black cloud burst in through my windows, shattering the glass, everything on the first floor of my house looked like it was being swarmed by this cloud.

The cloud started coming towards me and it wasn’t a cloud, it was birds, black birds, crows, so many, dozens of them screaming at me those harsh cawing sounds telling me to run and I did with feathers and beaks flying at my arms. I somehow had enough brains to shove the crystal into my pocket, and then tried to cover my face and make it to the door.

I opened the door and there was Tom. He was smiling and laughing as the crows swarmed around him, but they weren’t touching him they weren’t chasing him they just flew right past him out of my house. And that fucking bastard didn’t even look like he had been injured when Sage beat his ass. No eye patch, no fake eye, and here I am trying to run from a screaming avian nightmare with a pair of fucking cracked ribs courtesy of him. He looked like a monster out of a movie, shadows in his face, the crows surrounding him and I didn’t even think, I just turned and ran, better to run back into the flock of birds then to let him touch me. Well running was the intention at least.

My stupid stupid hair. Because of course I would be grabbed the same fricking way twice. He just reached out and grabbed a handful of it and used it like a rope to pull me out the door. I was screaming and clutching at my scalp trying to keep my hair from coming out at the roots as he dragged me over to him. He pulled me close, letting go of my hair before backhanding me across the face.

I fell on the ground and had a moment to realize the crows weren’t swarming anymore. They were sitting on the fence that separates my property from the house next door. Just sitting and watching, heads tilted and their black eyes reflecting the street lights. I had just enough time to think that they reminded me of the spectators at a gymnastics event, silent and tense, eagerly awaiting the outcome before Tom appeared over me and kicked me in the stomach.

I grabbed at my stomach and wheezed pathetically while he laughed at me. “You actually thought I was going to show up on the day I said I was? God you’re even dumber then I remember you being. This is what happens when you don’t have me to tell you what to do, Kitten. Of course if you had been smart enough to stay with me, none of this would have ever happened to you.”

He pulled out a gun and I felt every muscle in my body go limp. He brought the barrel to my face and used it to trace my cheeks, my nose, my eyes. Like a mockery of the way he used to stroke my face when he told me how much he loved me, that nothing would ever separate us. And remembering the way he used to do that got me so fucking pissed! All of those thoughts I had earlier of just letting him end it were gone. Not after everything he had done to me and the kids. I may not have had a chance at winning against a gun, but I wasn't going to just lay there and let him kill me without a fight.

I grabbed his wrist, dug my nails in hard enough to make him yelp, pulled my mouth to it and bit him as hard as I could. I can almost still taste the blood in my mouth. He yelled and dropped the gun. I grabbed it and somehow managed to get to my feet. I’ve never actually aimed a gun before and just hoped that not everything the movies show you are fake.My hands were shaking so badly I was grateful he's as large as he is. If your hands can't stay still, its probably easier to hit a bigger target.

The bastard looked at me pointing the gun at him and laughed. “Gonna shoot me Kaylin? You aren’t even brave enough to squish a spider and you think-“

The look on his face when I pulled the trigger should have been comical. The absolute shock should have been funny. But the fact that when I pulled the trigger nothing happened except a clicking sound made it anything but.

The shock only lasted for a second and then his face filled with this rage, so much rage I can’t even describe it. “TRY TO KILL ME?” He ran towards me, and grabbed the arm holding the gun, dragging me up on my tip toes to bring the gun to his temple.

“TRY TO KILL ME YOU FUCKING CUNT? THEN KILL ME!” He wrapped his hand around mine, shoving my fingers against the trigger hard enough to bruise them, forcing me to pull it with the result being that same empty clicking sound. “KILL ME!” Click again. “KILL ME!” And again. The fucking gun was completely empty. Bastard bluffed me with an empty gun. Should have known better. He wouldn’t want to use a gun. Not personal enough.

He pulled the gun out of my hand, bending my wrist the wrong way. He smacked me in the throat with the gun which was enough to make my vision go black. Couldn’t have been for too long because when it cleared up I was on the ground. I was dazed and having trouble breathing, but still alive.

He bent over next to me and dragged me up so that I was leaning with my back against his chest. He put a hand on each of side of my neck, with one arm behind it and one in front. The classic snap a neck pose.

Tom brought his lips next to my ear. “It’s time to sleep now Kitten. And once you’re gone next I’ll be going to visit your other friends. What are their names? Valerie and Cathy? I think they would enjoy our games don’t-“

Guess who saw nothing but red the moment he mentioned my friends. Guess who still had a crystal in her pocket? Guess who now had the pointed end of a large piece of quartz buried in his motherfucking eye? I think it might even have been the same one that Sage smacked last time.

He let me go immediately and let out this…howl? Roar? I don’t even know how to describe it, but it didn’t sound fucking human anymore. And that was when I realized that he wasn’t human anymore. Anything left had been taken away by it, by his master.

I had to do something. He was just going to keep coming after me and everyone I loved. I thought about Maggie and Jake. All my fault. He brought them to it to kill them just because he thought it would break me. If I had never brought this man into my life, they might still be alive. No not a man, I thought as I listened to him scream. He was an animal. Only an animal would do this to other people. A rabid animal. I kept chanting it to myself. Rabid animals have to be put down.

He was bent over clutching at his eye not even looking at me. We were right next to some of my ground level windows so I shoved him toward the closest open one. The frame was wrecked from the crow storm, the bottom hanging off, but there were still shards of glass stuck in it. I grabbed the window and slammed it shut on his neck.

He tried to push himself out of the window. He pushed himself off the glass far enough that I could see the blood shining on it in the moonlight. I slammed the window into him again. And again. And again over and over until my hands were bleeding and I was screaming like a bean sidhe with each slam of the frame.

I turned around and saw the crows. They were still staring, watching me give in to the same kind of animalistic rage that I had just put Tom down for. Judging me. They rose into the air and hovered just above my head before taking off and flying down the length of my driveway.

And there it stood at the edge of my driveway, the crows swarming around it. Arms outstretched, faceless head tilted to the side. Staring at me. It raised one of those too long arms and held it out towards me. Like an offer. Or an accusation. And I thought, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for things to be over. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

The crows continued to flock around it, like a giant black cloud until I couldn’t even see it anymore, I couldn’t even tell that they were birds there too many of them just a giant cloud of black. I took a step towards it.

It was like I had broken a spell by moving. The crows scattered in an explosion of feathers and once they were gone, it was no longer there either. I was alone with Tom.

He was dead. He is dead. His body is still just lying across my window. I can see it right now from where I’m typing. I guess I need to decide what to do with it.

I just remembered what a flock of crows is called. A murder. A murder of crows.