Ripped

It was a typical Saturday. Everyone's big day. However, I hated Saturday's. Want to know why? Because a stupid fat baby-sitter comes to baby-sit me. Yes. I had to say that. I'm 14 and I don't need to be baby-sat. Anyway, every Saturday my mother, father and older sister go to a party. I always have to stay home. They say I'm not old enough. My sister is 19, she's too old. For a sister that is.

I carefully turned on the old TV. I didn't want it to make the buzz noise. It was a sharp 8:00 and I was awfully sleepy. My family usually would come back about 11. I switched channel to channel on the TV, and arrived at my favorite program. Ripped. It was a great action-mystery drama series. I loved it. Literally. I would kiss the screen. Anyway. I was watching Ripped and well, you know. It's not those kind of baby programes.

I imagined being ripped. To pieces. Like in the program. Bloody. Filthy. Red. Ripped right through. I went to the kitchen. Slowly. Grabbed a sharp bladed knife and cut my fist. I ripped it open. It felt good. It felt better than anything. I couldn't remember what happened from then on. All I remember was my parents arriving, and I ripped them too. I ripped their eyes. and I ripped their whole face. I liked it that way. They looked nice. I started to rip more people. Maybe I'll rip you one day.

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