59 - The Urge

Remorse spread through Matthew for a split second before it was quenched like a stray flame. Satisfaction built up inside him making him smile. He laughed as he took a step back, the sight in front of him not making him shudder like it should have. The smell of death, the sickening smell, floated through the air but it didn’t bother him. It was as if he’d gotten used to the smell.

But then, just for a second, he had a moment clearness. He realized what he’d done. He’d killed Beverly --the women who had been his mom or years, the one who had always been there for him. He wanted to run to the ashy remains and beg for her to come back but then all the sorrow was gone and all that was left was hate. Hate, bitterness, anger.

Matthew growled and flexed his arms at his side to keep from punching anything. He needed to break something, to feel the pain radiating up his arms as he hit it over and over again until his knuckles bled and his arms quivered.

He needed to kill.