The Universe's Mixer

It had been a long time since her voice had been heard coming from the second floor bedroom of the old house at the top of the hill, overlooking the motel below and The City beyond it. It had been a long time since she'd had the strength to speak. A long time since she'd had the strength to overpower her son, to demand, to make the decisions, to kill. But time was all she needed to regain that strength and determination of mind. Time that had made Norman comfortable and relaxed; falsely believing that she was gone forever. But she was never gone forever. Oh no. She would never be gone. She might be quiet for years, but she would always return. And when she did, it would be in full force.

"Look at you! Look at how pathetic you are! So insignificant. You're a filthy, disgusting child and I hate you. I hate you. Do you hear me?! You ought to be locked up again. And this time they ought to throw away the key!"

"Oh, Mother. You don't mean that. Come on now, Mother. Be quiet. Look, I'm going to fix us something in the kitchen and--"

"You think I'm going to eat your poison, you sick bastard child?! Eat your own goddamn poison! Stay away from me!"

"Stay still, Mother. Please stay still. Don't make this difficult."

"Get away from me! GET AWAY FROM ME! You're going to lock me in that cellar aren't you? You did it before! You're going to do it again! You're going to lock me in that fruit cellar! Why?! Do you think I'm fruity? Stay away! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! I'll scream. I'll do it. I'll scream! And I won't stop screaming until they come and get you! That's right! They'll come and get you and take you away and this time there'll be nothing left of you! They'll leave you to rot in a windowless room just like you left me to rot in the cellar!"
( Dead waters, really. )