Note: This was originally a dutch story of mine.The original version can be found in my diary.

Note2:If you see grammar mistakes, please correct them.

note3:And please leave a comment of your opinion.

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Midnightwalk

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANICK

confused I turn around. "What will it be this time?", I think to myself.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANICK

"yes, I'm coming" I shouted back."Did I do anything
wrong ? My coat is where he should be, My shoes too. My key too.
All of the sudden she is in front of me, in the door opening that seperates the kitchen from the hall.Pissed of, like always.
"What's the matter mom ?" I asked softly.
And then , with her cold voice she said" You didn't do the dishes".
"But I did" I said uncomprehending.
"No, you didn't" she replied, again with that cold, scary calm voice.

She turned around and pointed at the sink.
Indeed, I wasn't finished.
One glass was still standing.
In it, there was still something left from her favourite lemonade.

"I will do it right away, mother"
"Don't let it happen again"
"Non mom, sorry mom"

She turned around and went back to the television.
I looked at the clock, it was 8:20 pm.
I will probably here that later too.
"Because of you I missed the beginning of my favourite television show. Why don't you ever take a example from your 2 elder brothers? They were good sons."
At least they had a father, was always my thought when she said that.

2 minutes later I had washed the glass and I was back upstairs.

Not caring a bit about it I was staring at my mathbook.
I started thinking about Lisle.
She understands this mathcrap. She can understand everything except me.
But she was always there for me. For fun, for pleasure.
She would never betray me. But she would also never understand me.
Why I do certain things, why I say certain things.
But she would always support me, as long as I didn't hurt anyone.
That last thought made me smile.
I'm such a peaceful person, just because I hurt myself sometimes
doesn't mean that I will harm others.
I only do justified actions.
Like that time little Thomas was lost.
Another smile came to me.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANICK

My daydream shattered into pieces.My smile was erased.

IS YOUR ROOM TIDIED UP ?
MY SISTER COMES BY TOMOROW AND EVERYTHING HAS TO BE PERFECT.

"I'LL GET TO IT RIGHT NOW, MOM"was my reply, hoping that she didn't come upstairs.She didn't.

That was her. For visitors this place has to be perfect.
Happy, happy, happy, happy family for everyone else.
Not.
My true happy thoughts were gone.
All that mattered now was cleaning.


~~Later~~


YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANICK, GOODNIGHT.

Her subtile way of saying "go to sleep".
Today I had, for once, no trouble of getting in bed.
I felt for once enormously calm.
I had some plans for in bed.
But only after she slept, she didn't need to know.
This is something for me.

I stayed awake untill 11:30 pm.
i heard some noise down stairs.
"Good, she is getting into bed."

I waited another hour.
Then I got out of bed.
And went straight downstairs.
Straight to the kitchen equipment.
I choose very carefully and take then the most suitable.
I started walking calmly around the house.
Like I do more often.
( "Midnight walks" as Lisle called it when I told her about it )
Finally I stopped.
I take the knife.
And I cut , with one big slash.
I was able to surpress the scream.




"Hello, with the hospital."
"Goodevening, I would like to report the death of my mother."