Shut Your Mouth
“I did what I had to do.” I gritted through my teeth. They were grinding against each other. It was as if they were going to break in a matter of seconds. My muscles tighted for this the third time they two officers across the table had asked me this question. But no one had listened. “They said to kill and I killed.”
The woman leaned in over the table to ask me the same thing she had been asking for the past hour, “Who said to kill?” Her eyes staring at me as if my answer wuld be differnt from the past several times she asked me.
“The voice!” I yelled, slamming my fist in the table, my breathing hard and uneven. “I told you it was the Voice!”
The two officers gazed at me as if I was mad. But it wasn’t I who was mad. Lord KNOWS it wasn’t me. I was simply doing a good deed.
“Now what did this voice...say, huh?” the male officer asked, the right side of his lips lifting up as if a pupet masterwas pulling on an invisible string conected to the corner of his mouth. My muscles then and only then relaxed as I recalled what the voice said and what I did. I smiled.
“The name.” I then began humming with delight. “Johnson. Alice Johnson. The vooice said it. there was really nothing more to say after this.” My smile only increased in size the longer I spoke of the topic. “From then on, it was only a matter of research. using my limited access to reasearch her.”
The two police officers then exchanged wary glances with each otheras if their lives were just placed on immediate danger. “1225 Lincoln street Clinton, Maryland 50178. Her address. 928-735-1469. Her number. James Johnson. Her huband. Lilly Jonhson. Her daughter. But as I studied her, I noticed her mouth. It was always moving. She was always talking and what made it worse was that her voice sounded of nails being dragged along a black board to my ears. that there was certainly something that had to be addressed. So I addressed it.”
No longer speaking for a moment, I think back to th fond memories I created. “For a week, I learnt her schedule everyday from 2 until 3, she was home alone. Perfect! It was Perfect!” I shouted with glee, attempting to stand and jump but failing due to the handcuffs on the right wrist connected to the table pulled me back down to me seat.
“I snuck into her house through the the back window on the first floor. At about 1:15 when no one was home. Searching... Searching... for something special. A needle, twine, and a knife. But the knife was most important, the knife was key. Shiny, silver, metal, cold, a beauty. I then left to the living room to await Alice’s arrival. Playing with the knife, I cut my finger to begin my art. I dragged my bloodied finger across the white couch writing special and beautiful words. I heard the door open. “Alice” I whisper-sung. I heard a gasp and quick footsteps go up the stairs. I followed the steps and managed to trapped her in a corner.
“Who are you?” She cried. I remained silent, a grin spreading across my face. I slipped the knife in her side only deep enough for her to feel the pain but not to kill her. Because i wasn’t done with her. she screamed and it was even worse than her voice. “Shut up!” I yelled. But she wouldn’t so I hand to get to work. I threaded to twine through the needle and started sewing her mouth closed. Finally, no more voice. I left her there and tried to make my escape. But you two imbeciles were downstairs and in the way. The stupid neighbors must’ve called you then.”
The cops both exchanged glances once again. I thought back to my art on the couch.
All you have to do is shut your mouth.
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