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The Nameless [Writers Block Entry]

Posted on Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:25 am

Try listening to this song while reading it, since I listened to it while writing. I belive it will get you in the mood.

Nameless

She opened her eyes. The shouting woke her up, as usual. The nightmares kept her awake most of the night, and just when the sun had risen, the angry shrieks from upstairs broke her sleep. And it happened over and over, every single day. She was tired of it. But it was her life – and she couldn’t change it.

Slowly, she got out of her bed, and dressed in her one and only ragged dress. It used to be blue, but its color was not recognizable anymore. It was the last thing her father bought her. It was supposed to be her wedding dress. It was the only remaining proof of his existence.

The trap door opened, and her stepmother looked at her and shouted “You don’t have all day to lie around you stupid bitch!” and threw a rock at her, that she barely avoided “Get out, and make some breakfast! Now!” with that she barged out as fast as she barged in just a moment ago.

She got out of her dusty basement where she slept, and into the front yard. It was snowing outside. It was cold.

She entered the house, where it was warmer, but still cold. Her stepsisters were sitting at the table with their mother, all three dresed in thick fur coats. They forbid her to light the fire in the house. They wanted her to be cold. They were ready to do anything just to make her feel worse.

She turned on the electric stove, and started making bacon and eggs. During that time, her stepsisters constantly yelled at her to hurry up, and threw things at her. A mug hit her in the back of the head and broke into pieces.

When she finaly finished preparing the meal, and presented it to her stepmother “You call this breakfast!” she yelled at her and proceeded to spit on it, before throwing it to the floor. Her stepsisters giggled.

“But…but that’s what you asked for…” she barely muttered.

“Well I don’t want it anymore! You eat it!” her stepmother said as she smeared the breakfast onto the floor with her foot “Eat it bitch! Eat it!”

She could do nothing else but obey. She kneeled, and ate the food off the floor. The dry taste of dust and the foul odor of her stpmothers feet lingered in her mouth. She closed her eyes and endured through this. It was not the first time, nor the last. Her stepsisters laughed at her disgrace. Even though she endured this many times, it still hurt the same.

Suddenly, her stepmother kicked her in the stomach “Get up trash! I don’t have all day!” She kicked her again, and, partly because of the kick, and partly because of the odor in her mouth, she vomited all over the floor and herself, as well as her stepmothers foot.

Her stepmother continued to kick her, repeatedly, with a horrifying grimace on her face, until the girl started to spew blood. Then she calmed down rapidly. “I have to go now. Make sure this mess is cleaned up by the time I return. If its not….you know what will happen.” She changed her shoes, then shouted “And don’t forget to lick this off!” as she threw the vomit-stained shoe at her, and then left. Her stepsisters were unable to stop giggling the whole time this was happening. She hated them so much…

She almost fainted, but was stopped by a kick in the stomach “Get up bitch!” her sister's hideous voice commanded. “We are going to town now. You better do what mother said and clean up this mess!” Then she recived another kick and shortly afterwards heard the doors closing. She just shriveled up and cried.

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It took her a while to get up. The pain in her abdomen was piercing and searing, too much to bear. She didn’t know what hurt more – that or the humiliation.

“I had better clean this up.” She thought “I don’t want them to torture me anymore…I don’t want to give them that delight.”

To her misfortune, before she even started cleaning, one of her sisters barged in, with a sinister smile on her face. They planned this, the bitches.

“Why isn’t this mess cleaned!” her sister shouted, acting out anger, albeit poorly. “Eh bitch? Didn’t we tell you to clean this up! Since you didn’t its time for some punishment!”

She was quiet, as her sister grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the room made for their sadistic delight. There, she was tied up to a cross with ropes, so she would stand still during the torture. She did not care anymore, she had been through this many times now. She must try not to scream.

Her sister took a knife for the table “What shall we do today…?” she asked herself. And then a smile apeared on her gruesome face as she remembered. She went to the kitchen, and soon returned – the knife was red, heated.
“This will hurt…” she thought, and closed her eyes, preparing herself for the ensuing pain…

And then she woke up from the misery - the knot that tied her right hand was loose, and she felt it. Now is the chance. She can do something….”But maybe its best if I leave it the way it is…” she thought…

As the knife aproached her skin, she shivered. But suddenly, she thought “Screw it. Screw it all!” She set her right hand free, and grabed the blade of the knife – it hurt like hell, it was so hot that it felt like it was freezing her hand, but the surprised expression on her sister's face was more than worth it as she pulled the knife out of her hand, and then stabbed it into her chest.

The ugly bitch barely managed to breathe, still too surprised by the whole situation. She smiled, as she untied the knots that bound her. She walked by her sister, to the door, and locked them. She turned around and faced her sister, who recoiled in fear when she saw the smile – the smile that was on her face just a moment ago. They switched places now.

“Do you remember…” she said as she picked up a hammer from the table, and started aproaching her frightened sister “How you impaled my hands with burning nails when I was 9, just because I missed a stain on the tiles?” she showed the scar to her sister “Or how you cut off my ear when I was 11, because I didn’t buy the right brand of god damn fcuking mustard!? What about the time when you broke my leg for accidently stepping on yours!?”

She swung the hammer and hit the handle of the knife that was in her sister's chest, driving it deeper into her flesh. Blood gushed out and smeared her face. And she liked it.

“Do you remember all of those times?!” she shouted and hit the handle of the knife once again. And again, and again ,as she continued to shout the same words “Do you remeber!? Do you?!DO YOU?!” untill finally those words became mindless screams of rage, while she mutilated her sister's body further.

Finaly the rage stoped. And as she looked at the corpse on the floor, only cold determination remained, and a gruesome smile on her beutifull face as an idea came to her mind.

Taking a chopper into her left hand, she grabed the corpse by the hair and dragged it across the floor, to another room, leaving a trail of blood behind it.

She put the corpse on the table in the old room, that was not used for anything, and then proceeded to chop it into little pieces, laughing as she did so…tiny tiny pieces of flesh and bone, while blood was flowing across the floor, wraping her bare feet into a sense of wet warmth. She liked that.

With each strike of the chopper, she laughed louder and louder and her hand just hacked by itself, as she was no longer able to hear her own thoughts from the laughter.

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“These meatballs are much better than the shit you usually make.” Her stepmother remarked, and then she spit in her face “But they still taste like crap!” she shouted while chewing, with food and spit gushing out of her mouth.

She just smiled while wiping off the half-chewed food from her face, and waited for them to finish their meal.

She watched them both, as they choked on the meatballs, sauce and bread. They ate like pigs, not bothering to chew much, just stuffing food into their stomachs. A disgusting sight, but she knew she saw it now, for the last time. Thank god for that.

“Was it tasty?” she asked when the two of them finally finished. She took the hammer, and hid it behind her back.
“It actually was.” Her sister said “Too bad my sister wasn’t here.” She put the last piece of meat into her mouth “What did you make this from?”

She smiled cheerfully as she reached into her pocket “This.” She said calmly, and threw a severed hand on the table. It had the name of her dead sister carved into its palm.

Her sister started vomiting instantly, and her stepmother just stared at the hand, barely breathing, not sure that what she was seeing was actualy there. “This is a nightmare, its not real, it's not real, it's not real….” She thought in panic.

She was cut short by a blow to the head which knocked her out. The hammer was still smeared with blood.

“Now sister…” she said “we are all alone…ready for some family bonding?” her sister just continued to vomit uncontrollably, spilling the whole contents of her stomach onto the floor.

“Are you deaf bitch!” she shouted “Didn’t you hear what I said? I asked are you fcuking ready?” she punched her in the face, knocking her down to the floor, into her own vomit, and the proceeded to kick her stomach, untill she started to cough blood.

“Do you like this? Eh?” she asked “Well? Answer me! Do you like it!? DO YOU!?” she had no mercy for the abomination lying on the floor. She continued to kick her with sadistic delight, over and over.

When she finally finished, she was breathing heavily, her face covered in grains of sweat and her feet bathed in newly drawn blood. Her sister was unconscious, which suited her.
She found the medicine in the bathroom cupboard. She gave her enough to keep her unconscious for a few hours. Just enough time to do what she wanted.

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When her sister awoke, she screamed. She screamed like never before.

“Do you like it?” she asked her “You always wanted to be beutiful, but no matter how much make up you put on you always looked hideous. So I took it upon myself to make you much more beutiful.”

Her sister was tied to a chair, sitting infront of the mirror, staring at her own face. Her face, cut in a hundred places, her hair shaved off, only a few patches of it left. The cuts on her face were actually words:“Pig”, “Monster”, “Bitch”...there were just too many to count – not a patch of skin was left unused. Her nose had been cut off, and her lower lip was also gone, exposing her now broken teeth, which had taken on a variety of new forms, all painted in crimison with her own blood. She tried to speak, but her tongue was no longer present.

“Looking for this?” she said as she waved the severed tongue in front of her sisters mutilated face. Blood was still dripping from it. She threw it in her lap.

“Are you happy with your new look? I even gave you the pleasure of looking at your face for the rest of your life…since its so beutiful now…” she said as her sister realized she could not close her eyes anymore – her eyelids were sewn tight to her eyebrows. She screamed again.

“I will leave you here now…with the person you love the most….yourself.” She laughed, and her laugh overpowered the screams of her sister. “You two have a good time together now!” she remarked cheerfully as she exited the room, leaving the abomination to look at her own image for the rest of her pitiful life…

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“Please don’t kill me…please I beg you!” her stepmother cried and begged, it was truly a pitiful sight.

“Do you remember….” She whispered “When I begged you…when I begged you to give me food, lying tied in the basement, in my own piss and shit for five days?” her stepmother did not answer “WELL!? DO YOU?!” she shouted.

“Yes! I remember, I remember!” the old bitch was hasty to answer

“And what did you say to me then?” she pretended to have trouble remembering “Oh yes! You told me that I can eat my own shit! At least there is plenty of it! Isn’t that what you said!?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes….” Her stepmother answered her, hoping that will save her life. She did not know that soon, she would whish she was dead.

She took out a plate, and shitted on it. Then, she presented the feces to her stepmother. “Eat it.” She ordered. “EAT IT!” she shouted as she smeared the feces onto the face of the old hag that she hated so much. “Eat it! Eat it! Eat it!” she franatically yelled.

She could barely catch her breath, and her stepmother coughed as spit the shit out of her mouth.

“Did you know…” She said, still breathing heavily “…that there are over 230 joints in the human body?” a moment of silence ensued “How do you think it would feel if I broke each and every one?”

Her stepmothers face just froze from shock and fear. “Please don’t…please don’t kill me…” she even started to cry.

That did not affect her at all. She smiled, a smile of utter happiness “I promise I won’t kill you…don’t worry.” Her stepmother looked like she was relieved…but then she continued to speak “But mother…its not death you should be afraid of….there are worse things….much, much worse…” And she laughed maniacally, completely aware of the fact that she had lost her sanity…but she did not care…

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She drove another heated nail through her finger, and the bitch pissed herself. That was the twenty-eighth one…all the joints in her fingers were covered now….she had fainted from the pain a few times, but she tried to keep her awake…to feel each and every nail….to feel all the pain.

“Please…no more….kill me.” The old hag begged with tears in her eyes. She just laughed “Kill you? But this is just the beginning! And, I promised not to kill you…you begged me not to kill you. Remember?”

She took a hook, and a knife….”Have you ever seen what human guts look like, mother?” she aksed “You haven’t? Well now, I will give you a chance…to see what you are made of.”

She cut open her stomach with the knife, grabbed her intestines with the hook and pulled them out slowly. Then, she attached the hook to the chain hanging from the ceiling. Her stepmother screamed like a banshee, and closed her eyes.
She took a small knife and cut off her eyelids with two fast strokes of the blade. She covered the wounds with her hands, so the blood would not obstruct her stepmother's vision.

“Look at that….” She whispered into her ear “LOOK AT IT!” she then spit into her open stomach, and proceeded to piss as well.

“Kill me…” she barely spoke, but her wish was not granted. She just positioned herself in fronth of her mouth and shitted in it. “Shut up old bitch!” she said. “You are full of shit!”

And then she left the room, leaving her stepmother to choke on shit while watching her own intestines hanging from the ceeling, driping with blood. She was still alive eighteen hours later when they found her.

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She filled the bathub with hot water, underessed herself, and entered it. The water was so warm and pleasant…so cleansing. She had not taken a bath like this in twelve years….since she was six years old. Since her father died. She never thought she would enjoy anything this much.

The bloody knife in her hand shone on the artificial yellow light. She licked it clean, slowly enjoying every second of it. The blood was salty and bitter at the same time. But it tasted so sweet to her…

She looked at her wrists…and then at the knife….she had nothing to lose. Absolutely nothing. She put the knife on her wrist….but she hesitated.

Then she remembered what had happened to her sisters….to her stepmother…and she was happy. She cut her skin with the blade, in one fast stroke. She did not even feel it. She repeated it on the other one, and then threw the knife. It stabbed into the bathroom door, the blood from its blade slowly sliding down the brown wood to the tiles o nthe floor.

She submerged her hands, and watched the blood mixing with the water. It was so beutiful….so relaxing….she felt herself falling into the darkness, endless and eternal. She closed her eyes.

Thats it from me for this months Writers Block. Hope you liked it!

EDIT: Fixed spelling, grammar and style errors. Hope it wasn't too late.

EDIT 2: Finaly fixed ALL the spelling errors, typos and grammar errors. Thanks to Mac2322!
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