There were four in the bed and the little one said, roll over, roll over.
So they all rolled over and one fell out.
There were three in the bed…
I am enjoying this, you know. I didn’t think I would. It is a job that needs to be done, making the guilty pay for their sins. It’s been a necessity, but I didn’t realise it would be so much fun.
Remember when we were kids? You were always the good one, I was forever in trouble. Dad said I was a bad seed. He just didn’t understand me. He kept trying to fix me. The path I am on was never a choice, it was a compulsion. Twenty strikes of a belt was never going to take away that need to pull the wings off butterflies or the urge to light the match.
For years after you died I tried so hard to be the normal child, to replace the one they had lost. When I understood I was being offered an opportunity to put things right it scared me a little. I had buried my true self so deep. But the guilty had been judged and they have to atone. It was how we were taught; an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
I was put on this path for a reason and, as I walk among them, the wolf in sheep’s clothing, the thirst for the next kill is growing. I play my part well and they have no idea, but the craving is growing. I need to experience it again, the moment of revelation, the moment of understanding, the moment of true fear. I feel their terror, I feed on it, and I need it. Dear God, I need it.
There are three left to pay, three wicked girls who need to repent.
And their time is soon.
