Thom was never amazed by family reunions, or by relative visits. But what he did not like the most was parties. He couldn’t stand all the blabbering and chattering with all annoying family friends and relatives. He did not know them anyway, their guests were all from his wife’s side of the family and he couldn’t stand how they treated him. He was a quiet person, didn’t have much to say, and didn’t have much to ask. But he certainly wants something done, and he wants it done as soon as the guests could leave the night.
The night was quiet outside. You could hear the chirping of insects and the croaking of frogs like Thom loved it. But, it was the exact opposite inside. There were many guests in the living room, in the porch, in the kitchen and even in their own bedroom. They were all drinking, some were singing and others gambling. The kids were upstairs running and wrestling that created much noise for Thom to hold. Thom had nothing to do but stay on a corner silently while thinking of a way to just shut them up. He wanted to sew those lips, he wanted to lacerate those tongues, he wanted those hands carved and feet minced. But most of all he wanted, silence. That’s all he wanted, but even the simplest thing he can’t be given. He had to do something.
It was 10:08 PM. Thom was exhausted, infuriated and disturbed. But as usual, he kept it to himself. But there’s just one thing that made him did all those things.
Thom was sleepy, as he headed upstairs to his and his wife’s room. He had this feeling of a twinge on his head that over powered his emotions. He was appalled to see his wife kissing another man in their own room. But, as old time’s sake he did keep it to himself but not for long. As he was in the bathroom, he took out these old pair of trusty little scissors he could make a use of. He waited for his wife to come out. Hopefully a few minutes later she did. Now that his wife is gone his got the man all to himself. Well, not all to himself, he has a pair of scissors with him to say hello.
As soon as the man could realize Thom swiftly entered the room and locked the door. The man obviously didn’t know what was going on even started a conversation. But this conversation isn’t going to last. “What does it feel like to have no eyes?” Thom asked in a soft voice. “What? How should I---” Thom could feel the blade prick those eyeballs like they were balloons popping out. There were gushes of blood everywhere and those screams that Thom loved like it was silence. All that’s left now is a bloody carpet. Some shards of glasses (Thom had to smash a vase on his head) and a dead corpse lying in the floor.
Thom felt the excitement rushing over him as he heard people shouting and coming to see what all those noises were. But Thom wasn’t afraid. He was even happy saying to himself: “The more the merrier” with a big smirk on his bloody face.
To be continued…
