“You know that’s the funny thing about the mind: it can hide things, bury things and make them near impossible to find - even for you. But you can never erase things or delete things, the memories, experiences and ideas are there forever. It’s the most advanced and efficient steel trap. All you need is the right tool to bring it out.” She peered over the woman with a wicked smile and started the drill. The older woman shook against her restraints in vain and let a single tear escape from her stone face.
The girl paused for a moment, turned off the drill and stared at the tear. She pressed her finger to it gently and felt the water on her skin as if trying to convince herself it was real. She scoffed softly, almost noiselessly.
“Such a simple thing, tears. It’s strange how our world regards them sometimes with such pity but mostly with such distaste. They make people so uncomfortable. I’ve spent my whole life up to this point trying to control such a simple action. It comes so easily. You used to say I was so sensitive, so easily upset and bothered, such a cry baby. But in reality, that’s not true, I might feel more deeply than others but I’m generally pretty cool and easy going. But when a child grows up in an abusive home, unable to speak out her frustrations or problems, unable to trust her parental figures and express, that expression turns to tears. It has to be released in some way. You used to cry all the time, throwing yourself down in tears, dramatically stomping through the house and demanding we cater to your theatrical performances,” the girl whispered, still rubbing the tear between her fingers. More had started to fall from the eyes of the woman bound. The girl turned to look at the woman now, “you should have been on broadway.”
The woman muffled against her restraints but the girl just cocked her head to the side in amusement.
“I think you’ve done enough talking in my life, don’t you? I know what you would say but that’s why we are here. You say you did everything out of love but mental abuse never comes from a place of love. You said you’re doing the best with what you know, I know your parents weren’t the best either, but again that’s just lazy. It’s not like you couldn’t have improved or followed better examples - you had Dad.” The girl choked on that last word and began fighting tears herself. She had kept her promise and done no harm in order to protect her father. She couldn’t have bared to see him in so much pain, but now that he was gone nothing was stopping her.
“I’m going to remind you, I’m going to show you what it is you have done. We are going to relive our greatest hits together. It’s in your mind, just as it’s in mine.”
The girl came back to the drill. The shrill, shrieking sound of it jolted the woman in her chair. She fought as much as she could against the ties keeping her in place and she tried to scream through the tape across her face. Slowly, the girl drilled into a specific spot of the brain. She pierced open the memories in the woman’s mind and let her relive the horrors she had once inflicted.
“People have been convinced for centuries that cutting or drilling certain parts of the brain could lead to releasing demons, cures for mental disorders, mood stabilization just to name a few. They weren’t entirely wrong, my research had proved that. Sit back and enjoy the show. When we’re done we’ll see how well you argue that I should spare your life.”
The girl placed the drill back down and watched the woman as her eyes rolled back to watch the scenes from their tragic lives.
About the Creator
Hello. Welcome to my page. I have been writing for over ten years & have been published in several different formats including magazine articles, poems & full length novels. I have a BA in English Literature & a Masters in Psychology.