A Work Of Art

(Maddeline's POV) -
As I walked past Andy in the front lounge I glared at him, pretty much giving him the look of death. I hate his guts, at the moment and all I feel like doing is hanging him by his toes and ripping all of his limbs from his body and just watching him suffer!!!... Holy shit I think that I really need to be checked out and tested for Bipolar.


I did get tested for Bipolar, ADHD, and ADD when I was around three years old or something like that but it turned out I didn't have them. I am just not so sure about myself any more, it seems to me lately that I have been having more and more anger outbursts in random occasions and it actually scares the shit out of me.

I am actually still surprised that I don't have any of these conditions considering that I may of tried to kill myself when I was younger... I honestly can't even remember doing it. My mother told me about it actually, this as well as including all of the other things I did when I was a little kid.

My mother said that the day I tried to kill myself was the scariest day that she has ever had in her life. She said that I walked into the lounge room and was grinning like the Cheshire Cat. But then she had also noticed that in red pen I had written the numerals '666' on my upper arm, just below the hem of my shirt sleeve. She said to me that she didn't think much about me writing 666 on my arm because I always used to go around saying that the 'Devil's number' was tattooed on my scalp and at the same time I would go around singing Iron Maiden's song The Number Of The Beast! Yes, I have been a metal kid for life!!...

Because she didn't think much about this she kept going on with whatever she was doing in the kitchen, probably making me dinner. That is when she looked up and noticed that I had just climbed up on top of the couch and was standing on the back ledge of the couch. Remembering that I was only three or four at the time, the back ledge of the couch was quite a height but because I was a taller child for my age it wasn't too high for me to tackle.

My mother said that she of course had no bloody idea about what I was doing so she continued again to work on whatever she was doing in the kitchen. Me being me, I decided to wrap the metal cord of the vertical blinds around my neck and then I smiled even harder. This was when my mother looked up and saw what I was doing. Mum said that she didn't figure out what I was doing quickly so she just stood there behind the kitchen bench trying to figure out what I was doing. That was then when I smiled and laughed at her and jumped off of the back ledge of the couch while still having the chord wrapped tightly around my neck.

My mother said that she let out a shriek when she saw me jump off of the couch when I had the chord around my neck. Mum raced around the kitchen bench and sprinted towards me, the distance from the kitchen to my body hanging in the air was probably a good twenty or so meters apart.

Mum had also said to me that when she eventually managed to reach me, she picked my still swaying body up and put me back on the arm rest of the couch so the cord of the blinds went slack. Mum, while hanging onto me tightly so I didn't try to jump again, unwrapped the metal chord from around my neck only to see rings of angry red marks against my pale neck. As well as a few cuts under my jaw.

Crying, actually more like balling her eyes out, my mother hugged me for at least a good hour before she let me go again. But she then realized because of the cuts on my neck that she had momentarily forgotten about, that she and myself both had blood covering our clothes and skin. Getting up off of the couch my mother made her way into the kitchen and grabbed a knife from the wooden block on the bench top that was holding a different array of utensils.

After grabbing the fairly good sized knife she made her way back over to the living room. Holding me even tighter than before she held me against the carpeted ground, keeping my body in place. My mother turned away from my small body and severed the chain that I had been hanging from only an hour or so before...

Remembering this kinda freaked me out a little more I guess... Not a lot of people knew about this incident, well actually hardly anyone knows about this. I am pretty sure that the only people that know are my mother of course, my father, my grandparents and my best friend named Elizabeth... Every time that this memory, well a story of a memory comes to my mind I always end up with shivers and goose pimples running throughout and over my body.

Forgetting what had been actually happening around me, the next thing I knew was that my body had collided with something cold and hard... Not only that, but one of my feet was hurting like a bat outta' hell!! What the fuck just happened?

Still not knowing what I collided with and why my foot was hurting so much, a snicker of laughter cut through my brainless moment and then that made me really, really pissed off!...

Notes

Whoop Whoop!! Two chapters in one one day, well actually in the space of four hours!!! This chapter was really easy to write because it is a story of a memory. I actually did this!! Im a crazy kid!! ;) Love ya all!

p.s. Thank you to Broken Wing for the advice on writing! ;)

-Grimm;)