Why should I die?

I never wanted to die like this...not cold, and alone in your basement..


Friday nights in this small town were only good for football games and the after parties, I never went to either. I'm Sam, I am 18 years of age and I'm a senior at Brooksville High School. I'm openly gay but nobody notices me and I like it that way, I stand at 5'11, average build, 195 pounds, brown hair, glasses, I'm a regular nobody. I don't have any friends, I live with my dad and i'm an only child. My mom split after I was born and I learned over the years to not ask questions about her, my dad works the graveyard shift at the towns feed mill so I get to spend most of my time alone with my dog playing GTA or Infamous. I love my walks home after school, the fall air has just started moving in. I usually get home around 3:15 everyday and manage to scratch something up for dad and I to eat before he leaves for work, he works 7pm to 7am, he gets up and grumbles around the house and starts his 'morning' with a "How's life kid? Did ya eat? You cooked, cool, thanks." then he gets a shower and lays around in his lazy chair until it's time for him to have to move and he rushes out the door.
Normally I sit around watching tv or playing video games but this particular evening was one that changed my life. it was around 7:15 that I heard a car pull into the driveway, I got off the couch to look out the front window and saw a familiar car but not my dads. It was Tommy Brian, 6'3, 200 pounds of pure muscle, piercing blue eyes, and jet black hair. He's good looking but the biggest homophobe at Brooksville High. He was the star quarter back and normally at 7:15 on a Friday night he should be at the game, but Tommy hasn't played at all this year since his brother went missing. A few people around town have suggested Tommy had something to do with his brother disappearing but I don't think he did it. I see him walking to my door and go to open it before he gets a chance to knock, I open the door and he looks surprised "Sam..Hey? I wasn't sure you'd be home." I smirk and look at him "Well I do live here you know. Can I help you with something?" he looks at me and I can see the sweat running down his forehead and the hesitation in his eyes "May I come in please?" he looks terrified of something "Sure.." I step back and give him room to get in, he comes in and brushes his right side against me as he does, I close the door and turn to walk into the den where he's now pacing back and forth looking out of my front window "Tommy, what's going on? Who are you looking for?" I don't want to seem worried but his behavior is somewhat alarming. He doesn't answer, before I can say anything else he rushes me and everything goes black.
I woke up Immediately, it's not like the movies, when you're knocked out you wake up somewhat rapidly and the the aching in your head hits. I can't move my hands and I see Tommy sitting on my couch looking at me smiling, I look down at myself. Fully clothed and no visible trauma or injuries I can see, I feel fine, I try to speak but I can't. He taped my mouth shut, I look at him and he stands up and walks over to me "You thought I came here for you didn't you? You thought I had a secret boy crush." he laughs and slaps my face. Hard. "See I had a plan, I was gonna park and sneak into your house and wait for you to come home and then jump you when you least expected it but this could work too." he takes the tape off my mouth and draws back to slap me again. He looks at me and laughs hysterically "You don't have anything to say, Sam?" I look up at him and smile "What are you gonna do Tommy? Do you think i'm scared?" i start wiggling my hands around behind me and feel ly right hand slipping out of the duct tape he poorly put around my wrists, he looks confused and pissed and then i see the rage come across his face and he slaps me again, this time so hard that I fall sideways in the chair. My hands are free but i cant let him know. I hold my hands togehter as tightly as i can while he picks me up and sits me in the chair back up right. "I'm gonna do this slowly and painfully so the first thing your daddy finds when he comes home is your bloody corpse laying in the floor in pieces." he laughs and walks into the hallway toward the kitchen, I stand up and grab the fire poker from the fireplace. I hear him coming back and stand on the wall "Ya know, these ceramic kitchen knifes cut deeper than stainless steel do Sa--" I swing the fire poker as hard as I can and make contact with his face. I get down and check for a pulse and see if he's breathing, He's alive. Good.
I go up to my room and grab a pair of novelty handcuffs and cuff his hands behind his back and drag him down to the basement by his ankles, he's heavy. I drag him all the way down the basement stairs nd drag him through the second door of our basement to a small room under my dads room. I manage to get him into the big metal chair and i strap his arms and legs into the restraints of the chair and turn the lights on. I pull out my toolbox and lay out all the tools I'll need. Serated knife, scalpel, and a hack saw. I get the smelling sauce and out it under his nose and he wakes up almost immediately. The fear. The fear I see in his eyes tells me he wasn't expecting the tables to turn. He starts whimpering and crying and i start hysterically laughing "What's wrong Tommy boy? Did you think I did all this for you? Did you think I had a boy crush?" I laugh and mock him, he starts to sob and beg "Please Sam, it was just a joke. Please don't hurt me." I see the fear in his eyes and i realize, this is what I love. This gives me joy. This is the feeling i thrive to feel over and over again. I walk over to him and get face to face with him "You thought it was funny to torment me in my home?" I slap him in his face as hard as I can and he cries and tears run down his face "You macho men kill me, you can dish it out bout you can never take it. You break down and cry." I grab his hair and pull his face to mine "You never would have been my type." I looked down and saw he had pissed himself I throw his head back and laugh at him "You've gotten so scared you pissed your pants, this is too good" I walk over to the closet and get out an aluminum baseball bat and walk back over to him "What're you gonna do with that bat Sam?" he frantically asked. I smiled and started laughing and swung and hit his right knee cap and hear a bone snapping crunch and then Tommy screamed and started crying again "Well I'm gonna break both your legs so that you can't go anywhere buddy." I swing the bat again this time making contact with the left knee cap, this time he doesn't scream he jsut passes out. I lay the chair back and recline him and put the smelling sauce under his nose again. He wakes up and frantically tries to move and scream but this time he can't. He's got a ball gag in and he's still restrained. I pull the serated knife off the table and run it down his cheek and watch the blood trickle down immediately following the blade. He cries and then looks relieved, I feel a hand on my shoulder and turn to see my dad. He's standing there looking at me and at Tommy, he takes the knife from my hand and puts it back down on the table and picks up the scalpel and puts it in my hand "This is what you used last time and it made cleaner cuts on his brothers juggular, remember kid?" Tommy looked at my dad and at me and his eyes grew wide with fear "Wanna see your brother?" my dad asked with a sly smile, he walked over to the freezer and opened it up and pulled out the severed head of Tommy's Brother, Daniel. Tommy screamed into the ball gag and tears rolled down his face as he thrashed violently in the chair.
"We sure had a long night Tommy, you put up a good fight but in the end you had to know you would lose." I looked at the mangled and mutilated body, yeah, he was still alive but barely. he kept taking short jagged breaths and I guess he was slipping in and out of conciousness. But I wasn't done with him just yet, I was far from it. My dad walked in and looked at Tommy and laughed and shook his head "Kid you really did this one up good, you've never taken this long with anyone else." I looked up at my dad and smiled "I guess Tommy was different dad. He needed to feel alot more agony than he tried to make me feel." my dad looked at me and then at tommy and then at the time on his watch "I'm leaving for work in about 30 minutes. Try and wrap it up soon sport." he looked at Tommy one last time and walked out the little door. I turned to Tommy and smiled, he knew it was time. "Your car is all scrap metal by now. And as far as your parents know, you probably did away with your little brother. He was a good guy Tommy, but he never should have cheated on me. He knew wha he was doing and I knew what I was doing when I cut his head off." Tommy just glared at me and I saw a mixture of blood and Tears run down his cheeks and a muffled "Please.." I looked at him and smiled "It's too late for pleading now Tommy. You should have never came here and you wouldn't have lost your life." I walked to the closet and got an axe and walked back over to the chair "Do you have any last words, Tommy?" He sobbed and spoke slowly and softly "I never wanted to die like this...not cold, and alone in your basement.." I picked the axe up and lifted it high above my head and with one swift movement I cut his head off, mostly anyway.
There were announcments at school, talk of Tommy disappearing just like his brother had. People formed search parties and his Mom made a heart breaking plea on the local news channel about how she just wanted both her children back at home in the bed warm and safe. Eventually the police ruled it a runaway and claimed that Tommy must have done something to Daniel and the guilt must have just been to much for him to bear so he left town never to return. I saw Mrs.Brian at the grocery store last weekend, she was dressed just like she normally was but this time she didnt wear her smile. She won't ever know that both of her boys were murdered. She won't ever know the pain and agony tey endured. She will never get to love her kids again. But most importantly, she won't ever know that the son she ran out on 18 years ago was the one that killed the two children she decided to be a mother to.