Day 214

You aren't supposed to be home yet.
The voice sounded like it was coming from a bucket of water.
You stood frozen where you stood, having just closed your front door.

You crept around downstairs checking the rooms as the voice upstairs continued to talk to you.

You never come home this early, NEVER.
Your life is clockwork, everything is done by and on the minute so why change?
Why now?
What changed?
Did something... happen?
Come on, it's just the two of us here, tell me.
TELL ME!

The voice began screaming at you from upstairs but you continued to look around.
Satisfied that the voice upstairs was the only other living thing here you went to see it.

As usual it was in the bathroom, sitting in the sink which was now overflowing with....blood?
The screaming had stopped and now it stared at you from under the gore filled water.
Its' beady eyes blinked and it asked again why so early, what happened?

You regarded the creature - your creature - with disgust as it began screaming again.

Every day was like this, this relentless questioning.

But no more.

No. More.

You took it out of the sink and down to the kitchen, it would be easier to throw away
if it was in smaller pieces.

All the while it was still screaming but at least it was struggling to breathe.
You knew that eventually it would die - it needed that sick bloodbath to survive.

Too bad.

It should have kept quiet.