Blade of nothingness

With a knife to your throat, you can only wish that a clean swipe will end this wasteful thing you call your life. You naturally grab the blade and try to pull it away. The blade is just pressed hard to cut a little bit of your throat, just to warn that one wrong move meant death. Before the blade swipes across your throat piercing your jugular and sending you straight to the floor in your own pool of blood, you begin to think. Who was that red head you met?

Before the blade moves, your mind traces back to the day you were born. Suddenly you remember stuff you could not remember when you were two. You remember the feel of your mothers vagina as latex covered hands grabbed your head and you pulled out. Suddenly a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember your mother crying but not knowing why.

You start to remember the first day you spoke and the words you tried to say. Then you remember the first book you read. At that time, Hustler, with a few sticky pages was a great read. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember your red haired mother drunk off her ass slapping you for not brining her your money from your piggy bank.

Memories of you acomplishing things in school. A grade A in history a B in Science and an A+ in Health. You remember coming home to your mother getting anal fucked by a big fat black man while she sucks the town rich fucks dick clean. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember coming home at the ripe age of 15 to your mother naked. She was sitting on the couch with bottles of booze all over the floor. You remember her asking you "You wanna fuck your hot ma?"

You remember how many days and weeks you spent thinking of the plan to clean up your life. You remember coming to your mother baking cookies. You stood by the kitchen entry naked wearing hair net and holding a silenced pistol in your crossed arms. You remember raping your mother and taking the pistol to her face. You remember the blood splattering on the couch. You remember the bits of pieces of her head flying out all over. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories.You rember dragging your mothers naked carcuss and cutting into smaller pieces. Each piece you took and boiled at exteme temperatures till nothing was there anymore. You remember taking her jaw and bashing it into small pieces and sprinkling into the many pots you cooked. You remember cleaning the gun and driving a hundred miles to bury it. You remember cleaining the house several times over.

You remember the cops coming after you called and reported her missing. You remember the questions they asked. you remember them not finding her. You remember the day you gained faith in God.Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. You remember the day you lost faith and the day you got it back. You remember your first girlfriend and your last girlfriend. You remember growing older, getting smarter and poorer.

The blade is piece of metal sharpened just right to slice a hopeless beings head off. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories.You ask the knife holder to at least let you see who it is. The person drags you over to a mirror in your lonely apartment room. The person is revealed. The red hair flows down the neck of your angel. Again a flash of a women with red hair appears in your memories. Before you know it, everything is black and empty just like you remembered.