Twisted Roads – Twisted Horror Stories by Matthew Tonks

Be My Skinner

“You’ve got to get up, Cassie! You have to! He’s coming! Please, Cassie! Please!” she screams as she tries to get Cassie to her feet, but Cassie is beyond help. Her eyes stare blankly off into the darkness, and her once bright orange skin continues to slowly turn a muddy shade of grey.

“What a pity. I was hoping it was going to be a two-for-one sort of thing,” a voice says from the darkness. She spins around, terrified, tears streaming down her face. She tightly grips the knife in her hand and rises to her feet.

“FUCK YOU!” she screams.

“Come now, haven’t we already done that?”

“If I could take it back, I would. You make me SICK! You’re nothing but a vile piece of gutter trash that somehow managed to survive when you should’ve…” She doesn’t get to finish her tirade as the blade digs into her side. She feels the pain; blood runs quickly down her side, and a powerful bout of dizziness comes over her.

“Bitches be bitching. But you, sister, you bore me. Even when you’re sleeping, you bore me. You bore me most of all when you call to him. That’s right, I hear you praying, begging, wanting forgiveness, even though you know there is none,” he says as he grabs her by the breast, squeezing, biting her neck. She squirms in pain as she tries to force him away. He laughs, then lets her crash to the ground as he wipes his mouth of her blood with his sleeve. “What? You don’t want to reminisce about old times?”

“W-W-We are diff-d-d-different, you and I. We always were,” she says softly as she stretches her arm out towards Cassie’s hand and grips it tightly.

“That’s her fault. When she arrived, everything changed—you changed. But I, I stayed the same. I watched as you took everything wonderful about our world and destroyed it. All the while, skipping around merrily with that bitch. You should be ashamed of the things you two did, things that were never meant to be done between two of the same flesh. But you did it, you spat in your god’s eye with your sins.”

“SHUT UP!” she yells, tightening her hands into fists, clenching her teeth together. She draws all the energy she has remaining in her body and brings herself to her knees. “You are the one—you are the damaged. You are the unwell. I found happiness, acceptance, and love, while you—you just hated. I was happy—couldn’t you have left me that way?”

“No,” he says softly. “No, I could not.”

“Why?”

“Because. Because I didn’t want you to be. Because I wanted you to be with me, not her. And when you refused me, I knew she had to die, and if so, you shall as well.”

“T-Then, what will happen to you?”

“I—I will continue on, I—”

“No, you won’t,” Cassie says as she drives the blade through his chest. He looks at his sister, and a single tear runs down his face, followed by a sharp pain as his head is severed from his neck.