💸The Next Victim💸

💸The Next Victim💸


The two coins in my pocket clinked together as I stumbled down the cold pavement, the holes in my shoes turning my feet into blocks of ice. My heart was warmed though in the knowledge that I was rich. A slit smile appeared on my face as I heard a shrill cry echoed in the mist. 


I swear I was hearing things but sometimes it was too real… Icy wind slashed at my face, and I felt the rain starting to dance its evil dance upon my head as I tried to get run away from what I had become. I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. 


Up to now, the sky had been postcard-perfect, but it was changing. The beautiful cocktail-blue shade was beginning to darken into gravel-grey. Large pillows of cloud were forming, blotting out the old-gold colour of the sun.


The hair stood on end, a shiver raced down my spine and a lump came to my throat. It was her… I had felt lightheaded a few hours beforehand. I even bumped into several chairs and tables! My vision went fuzzy and black for a few seconds before… I fell to the ground!?! The air turned black all around me…


Everything stopped, people were stood like statues all around me, people in cars, men on bicycles, babies in prams all lifeless, frozen in time. Soon it all disappeared… I saw a woman dressed in white sitting on a bright red couch. It was placed in the most colourful room humanly possible, it was the most supercalifragilisticexpialidocious I had ever seen! 


I have lived a long life, in my many years I have gone to millions of places and seen over a million people and things. But the couch wasn’t any ordinary couch… It wasn’t just some random blinding red colour for no reason, because it was once a bright white couch. Over the years people have come and gone, and each time they did, the couch got a little bit more red. Soon there wasn’t any more space to fill…


The woman’s name was unknown, the only name people had ever heard to be her name was lily. The woman didn’t like people very much and didn’t talk to a lot of them. There were many different rumours about her, everyone in the neighbourhood thought she was going crazy or sick in the head. She didn’t care what others had to say, all she cared about was herself…


The woman stared at the TV as bloody tears rolled down her cheek. She sat on the stained red couch without the knowledge it was once white. The woman picked up the TV remote that was placed next to her, and turned the TV to channel 3… BREAKING NEW!?! 


The news reporter spoke in a tone that sent shivers down my spine. My trembling hands hovered just above my skin, afraid to touch myself for fear of getting caught, I felt fear in the hair on the back of my neck. 


It is like invisible fingers run along my spine. The reporter spoke as she said “today we are going to talk about some breaking news that is spreading like crazy on the internet. A mother who attempted homicide on her own kids, and is trying to deny it. We have more information about this now…


Lillian Salvatore, 36 years old, was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole on charges of first-degree murder in the death of her 2 year old son Stefan, and an attempted-murder charge related to her 7-year-old son, Damon. 


Lillian and her sons were reported missing by her husband, Giuseppe Salvatore, after the boys and their mother reportedly left to go visit relatives in Sumner, Iowa, on June 20, 2010. The next morning, Lillian walked into the home of residents in Littleton, Iowa, and told them that her sons were in danger. 


Stefan was found dead outside the family’s van. Autopsy results revealed the boy had died from severe cuts to his neck. His older brother, Damon, was found struggling for his life inside the vehicle and had suffered similar cuts. 


According to the arrest warrant affidavit, Lillian falsely claimed that her children had been abducted. She stated that she couldn’t explain why she had done it. She stated that she couldn’t face anyone. 


She stated that she wanted to die or be locked up where she couldn’t hurt anyone else, the affidavit read. At the trial in October 2012, Lillian pleaded not guilty. Her attorneys argued that she suffered from extreme mental illness.


An Iowa jury heard a tape of her surviving son telling police how his mother covered his eyes, nose and mouth with duct tape, slashed his throat, and then did the same to his younger brother. On November 5, 2012, she was found guilty of first-degree murder, attempted murder and child endangerment causing serious injury…”


The reporter’s voice drained out… The air around me started to turn black again!?! Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. The bedroom door handle turned slowly. Death lurked in every doorway with hell at one dark window. Icy fingers gripped my arm in the darkness… 


I didn’t know if I should be scared or confused but either way I didn’t know what to do. BANG!?! The lights flickered and then it went black. My eyes flashed before me, then the sirens started, it was coming, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time… I got up and walked outside to see cops surrounding every corner. 


With their blood on my hands, I tried to deny it, but it was too late. A man with a gun spoke “what’s your name?” “Lily, Lillian Salvatore to be exact,” I replied in confidence. “Put your hands up where we can see them and step forward,” said the man! 

I walk towards him with my hand in the sky. I felt thousands of eyes all over me, I sensed a gut feeling of insecurity with each step… I looked at my hands as I lowered them, and whispered to myself “my time is up, goodbye for now…” And I was gone!?! Till this day all that is left is a red stain where I stood…

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