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All the Grief and Despair


The murderer stood in the bathroom, looking into the mirror wondering how it got so out of hand. She cupped a handful of warm water and splashed it onto her face. She did it again, but she couldn't feel the warmth from the water. There was nothing that could warm her coldness. There was nothing at all that could make her feel any better. She started wiping her face dry with a hand towel and the ugliness of being a killer stayed there in the reflection. It was a person she never knew until the killing started.

“Who are you?” she whispered. “Who the hell are you?”

She stood almost frozen looking at her reflection. She was trying to understand the reasons behind the murders. She was hoping to see a glimpse of insanity as her image in the mirror looked back. It was another person, and she was so sure of it. There was nothing logical about killing, but the sensation sent her into a feel good rush.

Her reflection started laughing uncontrollably that it made her step back a foot. She knew it wasn't real, but nonetheless the proof was right there. It could have been just a simple hallucination, as she closed her eyes. She cupped her ears with the palms of her hands to drown out the laughter. She squeezed her eyes tight, but the laughter just roared as clear as it possibly could.

The laughing brought a freezing chill that stayed in her bones. She wanted to move away from the mirror, but she could not. It had a grip on her that she couldn't explain.

Suddenly there was nothing but silence. It was a dead silence that filled the bathroom. She removed her hands from her ears and she slowly opened her eyes.

The image in the mirror was foggy, and then it just vanished. She stood in front of the mirror but there was no reflection. Her mouth opened as she tried to scream but nothing came out. There was no scream and no reflection. There was only dead silence.

Suddenly there was a terrible crash that shook the bathroom. The silence was gone and the her reflection came back. She hadn't realized it, but she shattered the mirror with her hands. glass and blood filled the basin.

She grabbed the hand towel and started wiping the blood. She couldn't understand what brought on the hallucination, but it had to do something with all the grief and despair her conscious endured, That was the only explanation she had so she went with it.

She was a serial killer and to be in the presence of such hatred seemed to have dislodged all logic and sanity. She was good at killing and that's exactly what she wanted to do. Even though her sanity couldn't understand it, she felt good when it was done.

© 2018 Frank Atanacio


Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on March 05, 2018:

thank you so much Ann,,,:)

Ann Carr from SW England on March 05, 2018:

Chilling... which is what you do so well, Frank. We all have some evil inside but most of us can control it, thankfully. Any such as this woman would be ones to avoid! But how can we tell?

Great story telling from one small scene of a reflection. Clever.


Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 14, 2018:

Missy and I respect your opinion of course...

Missy Smith from Florida on February 13, 2018:

There are two sides to everyone's reflection, in my opinion. Good and evil live in all of us, to some extent; even the individuals who do not seem to have a wicked bone in their body. I always pause when I hear someone say that a person doesn't have an evil bone in their body. It's not that they don't have that side; it's that they choose not to acknowledge it. We acknowledge what we want to be. If we have good values and pleasant intentions towards others, then that is what we will show and our sinful sides have no chance to overtake us.

In a perfect world, we could wish we all had the smart sense to ignore our devil inside, but we don't live in a perfect world. We live in a world of choices, and some choose evil. But, this is just my opinion, of course. ;)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 13, 2018:


Nikki Khan from London on February 13, 2018:

My pleasure Frank and good to see you too :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 13, 2018:

thanks for your support Nikki... and good to see you again :)

Nikki Khan from London on February 13, 2018:

Wonderful,,a serial killer's enjoyment over finishing another job and a sense of consciousness about her murder act but her devil mind overcomes everything.

Just amazing Frank.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 08, 2018:

thanks Erik for stopping by

Erik Boyd on February 08, 2018:

all the grief and despair, I think the title fits perfectly, a female serial killer, awesome

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 06, 2018:

Thanks Chris for stopping by and checking out my grief.. I'll stop over to return the fav...:)

Chris Mills from Traverse City, MI on February 05, 2018:

Frank, excellent job delving into the character so deeply. Your focus on the emotional effect of being a serial killer was a fresh way at looking at the topic. Normally we look at this from the viewpoint of cops or psychiatrists. I like the angle.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 05, 2018:

thank you Pegcole

Peg Cole from North Dallas, Texas on February 05, 2018:

You have to wonder what would cause a person to become a serial killer. I think you've answered the question in this rare insight into the mind of one. Another captivating glimpse into the dark side of life. Fascinating and chilling at the same time.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on February 05, 2018:

Hari, thanks for reading my Grief.. Dseiny.. welcome to my flash and MsDora it is always good seeing you..:)

Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on February 01, 2018:

Frank, you seem to have a view to the inside of a person's head, mind, thoughts or whichever is right. Your imagination is a special talent. Yours is always an interesting read.

Hari Prasad S from Bangalore on January 31, 2018:

Wow. The crime and criminal stories you write are so terrific. Fantastic.

You must be a psychiatrist who understands the ugly psychedelic part too.

- hari

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

LOL thank you Eric

Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on January 31, 2018:

For some reason Frank I went for a bad dream about half way through, but your ending, made me unsure. Perhaps here dual personanality is the same.

Your one page stories are so much better than an hour long crime show. Thanks.

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

LOL.. uggg that was funny Bill

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on January 31, 2018:

Well, it's important to work at your craft and hone your skills, I guess. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

thanks for reading KS Lane..:)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

thanks jack.. :)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

Shyron thank you for always supporting my flash...:)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

Flourish thanks for stopping by too...:)

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 31, 2018:

Lori this is a single page story.. and thank you for stopping by

K S Lane from Melbourne, Australia on January 31, 2018:

This is chilling. Nicely written.

jgshorebird on January 31, 2018:

Good capture. I was at the mirror in a freaky dark bathroom and I wanted the hell out.

Shyron E Shenko from Texas on January 30, 2018:

Frank, this is so sad, but your description is brilliant.

Blessings my friend.

FlourishAnyway from USA on January 30, 2018:

You are getting better and better. I’d love to know who she killed and why.

Lori Colbo from United States on January 30, 2018:

Chilling and very well written. Is this a series or is this a single page story?

Frank Atanacio (author) from Shelton on January 30, 2018:

thank you Clive and Manatita for stopping by

Clive Williams from Jamaica on January 30, 2018:

Long time I haven't heard of a female serial killer. Would love to meet her when she is not killing.

manatita44 from london on January 30, 2018:

The mind of killers. Not easy to decipher. Strange world of cold murderers.

Some powerful reflections.

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