“How can you treat me this way,” she implored, “After all that we’ve been through together?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I was furious. “I’ve always treated you better than you deserve and you fucking know it!”
“I hate you!!!” More tears. “You’re horrible!! Horrible!!” Wah wah wah. Boo-hoo.
“I don’t think you even actually know how horrible I am, do you Jenny?” My anger gave way to bemusement. I started to grin and the feeling of it spreading slowly across my face was strange.
Jenny stopped crying. The tears gave way to a look of concern, then fear, then horror.
She finally saw that I was carrying the claw hammer.
“Tristan…. what… what is this? Don’t -”
Those were the last words she ever spoke.
I raised the hammer and my grin turned to a mad grimace of insane fury. I brought the hammer down onto Jenny’s blond head, over and over again.
Crack. Boo-hoo. Crack. Boo-hoo. Crack. And then only silence. Crack. Blood. Crack. Blood. Crack. Brains. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
The warm red liquid spattered against me, coating my arms, my shirt, my face. I grinned even wider yet. Now I was slamming the hammer against a lifeless body, what had been the love of my life. I didn’t care. I kept pounding away.
Crack. Insane laughter. Crack. More blood, spattering. Crack. The laughter turning to sobbing.
The grin broke and there was more weeping. The swings of the hammer slowed. I licked my lips and tasted copper.
Jenny was dead; my grin, gone.