Andrew had always been a shy
individual. When he was younger, he was bullied because of his small
size compared to the rest of the boys on the playground and he also had a
speech impediment. As he grew older, his height grew to only 5’4 while the other boys
grew to be around six feet, which caused him to get bullied in high school as
well. The only thing keeping his sanity was his love for art. Since his youth,
Andrew would paint large paintings and work with clay. After years of making art, he realized that art was something he could turn to when he was hurt.
During his years at college, he
met a woman who would change his life forever. Annabelle was a blonde female that radiated wherever she went. She had this sort of innocence about her,
which was the reason Andrew was so interested in her. He saw her as the bright
ray of light on a cloudy day.
The two got married once they
graduated but once they settled down in a small house things turned for the worse because Annabelle began to act like she was a
different person. She grew very demanding of Andrew as well as selfish.
Annabelle would ask to borrow money from Andrew, claiming she is having trouble
with money. But in reality, she had enough money from her job but just wanted to get extra cash.
Andrew was aware that Annabelle was
using him for his money but he was such an introvert that he couldn’t stand up for
himself. Also, the fact that he was alone most of his life and he finally found
someone that ‘presumably’ wanted to spend the rest of their life with made it hard for him to say no. Even though he was
scared to speak up, his subconscious thought
otherwise.
One afternoon Andrew was painting
in his art studio in the basement. Like usual, the environment was still and
quiet so he was able to focus on his painting. But the sound of frustrated
footsteps pounding down on the stairs that led into the basement caused Andrews eyes to gaze off the canvas
as he gripped his paintbrush tightly. Once Annabelle came down the basement
stairs, she stood between Andrew and the canvas and placed her hands on her hip
with her brow raised.
“Did you forget what day it is?” Annabelle said with a stern look.
Andrew sighed, “Are you going out with the girls again?” He
said in a monotone voice. Not only was his voice monotone, but his face was
still. With a cold stair, his eyes fixed into hers, he waited for her reply.
“Yes!” She exclaimed then sighed in annoyance, “sometimes I
wonder why I am with you.”
With those last words, something
snapped in Andrew. The memories of being hurt
swarmed in his head, causing him to suppress his consciousness and let his subconscious become in control. He stood up quickly and grabbed a large empty can with a
firm grip and hit Annabelle on her forehead, which knocked her unconscious on
the ground. Andrew would not have noticed his wife was already unconscious
because he didn’t stop hitting her after the first hit. Wack, wack, wack. Then silence.
Once he became conscious from the
rage, he fell to his knees. “W-what…have I done,” he spoke softly as he scooted his knees to get
closer to her. Looking down at her grotesque face filled indents, gashes
and blood, he picked up her head and ran his fingers threw her long blonde hair
as he cried harder than he had ever cried in his whole life.
Then the real worry came about,
what would he do with the body? He decided to cut up her body into small pieces
and bury them in different places around the area he lived in like the forest, parks, other peoples gardens
and he would even throw some of the random pieces in the city dumpster.
The following week, Andrew reported
Annabelle as missing after she went to the store. To this day, no one knows who
killed Annabelle. As for Andrew, he had never felt so free in his life.
Multiple Boy by Stefan Tosheff
Author's Note: My inspiration for this story was from The Wicked Husband in the Stories From Congo unit. The story was about a man and husband who got into an argument. The husband was so mad at her, for such a minuscule reason, that he took her to the woods and cut off her arms and legs then left her. When he returned to town, he told everyone that she went out of town. The wife would sing loudly in the woods that a man from the town heard than told his wife. Once word got around that there was a woman in the woods with no limbs, the Prince ordered his men to retrieve her. Before they could bring her to the village, however, she died. After they discovered who she was, the Prince assumed the husband was the murderer so they burnt him alive along with his dead wife. Reading this story reminded me of a band called Alasana. They had an album called The Emptiness that was about an artist who murdered his wife, Annabelle, but he could not recall his actions. Once he woke up and found her dead body, a voice started to talk to him (in his head) telling him he had killed his own wife. This voice was a separate personality from the main character (he never had a name). Once he remembered he killed his wife, he cut up her body and put it in the floorboard of the basement. So I used the argument from the wife and husband in the story, to the multiple personalty in
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