Jimmy Boy

Lighting flashed across the sky followed by a loud clap of thunder causing me to jump. I’ve been jittery and jumpy I haven’t had my fix. My fix oh how I needed my fix to spill the blood of those that I despised. Twitching I grabbed for a pen out of the drawer of my desk. I knew my end was coming and it was sure as hell coming quick. I had the urge to write my mother and oh how I loved my mother, but she’s the reason for the way I am now.  Abused and broken as a grown man I started at a smiling picture of her small round face, and I couldn’t stand how so could always be so happy. So I simply picked up her mockingly annoying picture and chucked it at the woman who cowered in the corner. She let out a panicked scream which sparked my anger. “Would you just shut the Hell up?” I yelled as I grabbed the chair I was sitting on and chucked it at her.   I could hear her stifle a cry of pain as it connected with her face. Blood oh the blood I was mesmerized by it as it ran down the side of her small delicate face. Stepping towards her I thought of how different she was from the others I’ve abducted. She didn’t resemble my mother as much as I would have liked, and yet I felt compelled to take her. I sat there just slightly above her and stared into those blue eyes of hers. Memories flooded my mind of everyone I used to care about till I realized just who it was. Tilting my head to the side I smiled grabbing her face I licked the blood coming out the cut on her forehead. “You remind me of my adopted sister Chelsea.” I murmured under my breath.  She stifled another whimper as she pushed herself farther in the corner. Shaking my head I picked up my trusty knives after all these years as flares of pain shot up my leg as I stepped on it causing me to limp a little, and well let’s just say that’s from my condition. Cracking my neck I turned my attention to my prisoner sneering. “Time for you to go I think you’ve over stayed your welcome.” Shoving a sock in her mouth I began to carve into her till her blood was spilled over the tarps that covered my hard wooded floors of the cellar. An hour and a half later she was placed into the freezer and I sat down looking at the blank sheet of paper before me and began to write.

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A knock on the door startled me out of my small cat nap. Silently I cussed whoever it was as I answered the door with a smile.

“Mrs. Walters?” A short fat plump mail man stood on our porch thrusting a piece of mail at me.

“Uh yeah and thanks a lot for the personal delivery, but aren’t you guys just supposed to leave it in the mailbox?” I could see the annoyance spread across his face causing it to crease a little.

“Yes, but I was paid to give this to the head of the household personally. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience.” I slammed the door right as he turned to leave when I saw the slightly angled messy writing on the front. The only person that I know writes like that is Jimmy. Neither my mother Constance nor I have heard from him since he moved out. There were several rumors gallivanting about that he had some type of mental break down and was on the verge of suicide.  Eagerly I ripped the letter open and began to read.

My dearest mother I have thought so long and so hard about telling you just how psychotic your little boy Jimmy has become. I’ve been diagnosed with a fatal disease did I ever tell you that? Though after reading this I think you would rather not care about me so much, but we both know you will. I feel as if I should finally answer those entire sets of questions. Okay well maybe just one. Which is the one you never asked is the one that you should have mother. See here I’ll let you in on a little secret, the perfect secret for committing the perfect crime. There’s this story that I’ve been dying to tell you it was my first kill and my first thrill. It’s a long read so I suggest you pull up a chair and maybe grab your favorite cup of tea to enjoy.

It was a cold and rather rainy day. A young woman walked past me and oh how she reminded me of you. She had that attitude in the sway of her small slender hips. Her long red hair ran freely down her back, and oh those eyes mother we’re just as green as yours. I had the sudden urge to cut those eyes out, chop that hair off and break her hips. She was absolutely revolting and I loved it. Turning on my heels I made sure that there wasn’t a soul in sight and clocked her right in the head with the butt of my 9mm gun. She didn’t make a sound and I dragged her to my van fast. First step here mother pay attention now, is that if you’re going to kidnap someone in the middle of the street make sure this person doesn’t leave ANYTHING. Yes I mean anything mother from money to well just think about it. So that’s what I did and I was satisfied that she hadn’t even dropped a dime. I left like nothing had happened not drawing attention from a single person as they flew by in little tiny blurs. I pulled into my small compact garage and swung her still motionless body over my shoulders so I could carry her into my cellar out back. I laid her gently on the ground taking two pairs of handcuffs I chained her to the walls. If you’re wondering by now how I possibly could have done this I would be laughing in your pathetic face right now. I planned on doing this don’t you get it? I had placed in two small bars and attached them to the bricked walls before I even left the house. Any who I had gone back to my car as she was still unconscious; I had to take care of the evidence of her ever being in there. You know just in case if they ever did find out it was me. Another step my dearest mother is as I just said remove all evidence. I took a box cutter to the carpet of the car and simply replaced it. All those years of learning how to detail a car came in handy I must say. I took the carpet and burned it along with her purse and ID which stated her name was Brittni Wilde. She had such a pretty name it was sad that she was such a disgusting person.  Whistling softly I went back to the cellar to discover she had awoke. Her eyes were wildly searching for a way to get loose I couldn’t help but startle her with my crazy laughter. She opened her mouth to scream but I quickly grabbed a sock and rope to gag her with. She let out a stifled a whimper as I ran the backside of my hand down her cheek.  And mother I just couldn’t help myself I had to lean in and smell her sweat and fear, and oh how I ran my tongue down the side of her neck. It was quite nice to feel her try to move away from me, but of course she knew she couldn’t get far. I walked over to the workbench I had set up and began to sharpen my knives and I could only think of how much fun it would be to torcher her till she died. I took the left over rope and tied it around her ankles just so she couldn’t move around as much while I slowly cut into her skin. The adrenaline was sweet as I made the first cut; I became memorized by the blood that oozed from it. Kept cutting and cutting till I looked up seeing mascara running down her face. Throwing back my head I laughed as I watched tears spill from those horrid green eyes. That’s when I knew they would be the next to go, so I simply cut them out. Sadly she died shortly after and it was no longer fun so I shoved her bloody corpse in the freezer. Now here’s the most IMPORTANT step of all and that would be the disposal of the body. Have you ever thought of the proper way of body disposal? Well I did for quite a while as I let her sit there in the freezer for about a week or so. It was really nice living out in the middle of now where. I started up the wood chipper grabbed her body and simply threw it in. See here’s how I see it frozen bodies they just chip easier and there’s not as much mess to clean up either. I couldn’t help but be amused at the way the wood chipper tousled her body about as I sat there watching it as it slowly ate away from her feet all the way up to that fear stricken face of hers. After her body was all chopped up I threw in some leaves and a few branches along with some lime to kill the smell.  I mixed it up and placed it into a nice big wheelbarrow, and well let me just say she made some mighty fine mulch. You should see my trees and shrubs they are just lovely.

Now Mama we all go to hell, I’m writing this letter and wishing you well. If I told you all the shit that I’ve done with the tip of a gun you would be so ashamed. Mama we’re all full of lies, mama we’re meant for the flies and right now their building a coffin your size. You should have raised a baby girl I should have been a better son. Mama we all go to hell.

I dropped the letter onto the floor to stunned to move. Was my brother really as crazy as he stated? Did he really kill that girl? The name sounded so familiar and if I was right she was the cheerleader from my old high school that had disappeared while she was walking home from school four years ago. Shaking my head back and forth I didn’t want to believe really I didn’t, but now that I think of it Jimmy was always a little bit off his rocker before he moved out of here.

“You read it didn’t you Chelsea?” A small voice spoke into my ear and I couldn’t help but let out a scream. Clutching at my heart I turned around to discover a tall slender man standing before me. His hair was greasy and he had a small mustache growing above his lip. I wouldn’t have known it was Jimmy if it wasn’t for the large scar on just above his left eyebrow. I remembered he had fallen from the top of our tree out back when we were eight. He cried forever they had to knock him out at the hospital just so they could get the stiches in open wound. I backed away as he limped forward with anger sparking behind his brown eyes.

“Jimmy that can’t be you.” He tilted his head and smirked at my remark.

“Oh but sister why can it not be me standing here before you? It was only supposed to be mom that read that letter. You weren’t supposed to see it!” I bit my tongue from trying to make him even more furious because the only explanation that he knew I read it was that he must have seen me do so. Plus there was the fact that I itched to point out that I wasn’t his real biological sister, but that just seemed so irrelevant with the situation that was at hand. See here I was adopted by Constance when my dad Adam married her. “You remind me so much of mom it’s absolutely revolting.” He sneered as he limped closer to me. I watched as he grabbed a knife from behind his back. He twisted it expertly between his fingers letting the sun glint off its shiny blade.  Stepping back again I grabbed a vase that was nearby and chucked it right at his head. Watching it shatter across his face I bolted up stairs hoping I could make it into the attic before he realized what was going on. Yanking the cord down I climbed the ladder and pulled it up just as he reached the top step. Setting the bolt in place I took my cellphone from my pocket in hopes of having a signal so I could call the police. “Damn.” I whispered under my breath when I saw there wasn’t a single bar anywhere in the attic.

Hearing the door open downstairs I heard my mother call out my name and immediately my heart sank when I heard her scream. It was horrible I could hear practically hear the blood oozing from her mouth and the sickening crunch of the knife he plunged into her. Sitting down on the dusty floor I wrapped my arms around my legs and sobbed for the loss of the only mother I had. Finally I heard the last and final thud which I assumed it was from him dropping her lifeless body to the floor. Then I could hear the steps creaking under his weight as he walked up them followed by the click and a gun shot. Yelping I saw a hole appear just buy the door latch. Taking in a deep breath I knew exactly what he was doing. He may be crazy, but he is smart. He’s shooting for the latch I thought to myself. Another gun shot rang out as it hit its intended target and the attic door swung open. Sucking in another sharp breath I sprang to my feet heading straight for the window. Both my brother and I knew it was rotted shut so I punched my hand through it hoping that I could get a shard big enough to at least try and defend myself. My hand pulsed with pain and it was slightly bleeding as I finally found a shard big enough.  I turned ready to fight, but when he never came up I couldn’t help but be curious as to what happened to him. Carefully I leaned over where the ladder was and he was nowhere to be found. Confused I slowly crept down the steps eyeballing every movement with caution, but still I couldn’t see him. Gazing down the stairs I saw my mother in a pool of blood with multiple cuts all over her body and I had to choke back vomit that threatened to come up as I noticed the note still lay where I had dropped it.

Closing my eyes to gather the courage to run a loud whacking sound from behind me put me into action. I snapped my eyes open and bolted down the stairs, grabbed the note and through the door I went. I didn’t dare stop till I got to the police station I was still afraid he might jump from the bushes and kill me.  I entered through the double doors afraid and panting as my lungs burned an officer came to my aide asking me what was wrong. I looked up at him still unable to talk, but I knew he could sense something was wrong. After I caught my breath and was able to speak again I told him everything and gave him the note that was left behind. Sure I had protection for a while, but the days trickled into weeks which turned into months the police didn’t think he was going to show his face around here anymore so they called it off. I must say that I’m deathly afraid of what’s to come. I can somehow sense that he is close and on the verge of completing what he started.

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Leaning back I gazed at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen wondering if I should add anything else to it. Satisfied I leaned back in my chair and stretched to relieve my body of the hours I had spent bent over the keyboard. I had no idea that the small sound that I heard from behind me was Jimmy till it was too late. He pushed my head forward and whispered into my ear as I made peace with myself knowing that by the end of his sentences I would be dead.

“My dearest sister did you ever wonder why I let you live that day?” I could smell his hot breath which made me want to gag at his mere closeness. “Did you think I would let you live? Did you think I forgot about you? I don’t like to kill more than one person in a day let alone a month. It tends to make people a bit suspicious if people just start dropping like flies where ever they go. You’re just like mother, and for that I think I may need to remove you from the face of this planet for good.” He sang into my ear an eerie melody. “Have you heard the news that you’re dead?” 

I felt the knife glide across my throat and watched my blood spray across my laptop just as he shoved my head into the desk. He walked around and put his face in front of mine. His devilish smile was the last thing that I ever saw.