It was the night of September 1st. I stole my mom’s phone. So she started looking for it.
01:13. I’m in the kitchen. Hear her steps reaching the kitchen. She enters.
“Do you know where my phone is?”
I had to make her furious. I couldn’t lose this opportunity.
“I don’t know where your phone is. You always leave it in visible places, try to use your brain.”
“What did you say?”
“TRY-TO-USE-YOUR-BRAIN”
She hit me two times in the head. Great! She went to the exit. It’s the moment, do it, Florence.
“Look what I got!”, I shouted, showing her phone.
She turned out, saw the phone, and furiously ran to me. At that moment, I threw the phone out of the window. She leaned over the windowsill exactly as I wanted her to do. And I did my job. It was super easy to take her legs when 45% of her body was outside.
No one woke up. I wrote a farewell note. Explained all the suffering in her life and that she couldn’t live like that anymore. I also wrote that a dad could take care of us and we didn’t need her in order to survive. I made her look better. I didn’t want to do it, though.
I only want to say that it could have been performed way better but I’m not an assassin. I did my best, truly. And it worked. I killed her eventually, and everyone thought that it was suicide. No job, no food, her husband beat her. Everything was perfect. I’ve never been so happy. The only thing that upsets me was that Steve, Elon, and Agnes were frustrated because of her death. Like, guys, she was an awful mom. Everyone noticed that.
We didn’t have a funeral. It was too expensive, so we just buried her in a 20$ coffin. Sorry, but she didn’t deserve any better. Eventually, everyone forgot about her and we moved on.