How had Norman not seen this coming? How had Mother not seen it coming? Or maybe Mother had seen it coming and simply refused to participate in the event. Who said that Mother loved Norman unconditionally? Sometimes she thought he deserved death. Or worse than death. But that's just how Mother was. Her mood was unpredictable.
But Norman? Norman didn't understand. He didn't even have the chance to mutter something in response. The knife went through the flesh quickly, seemlessly. Actually, there was something about it that he liked. Not the pain of it all, which came as something of a delayed reaction. But the action. The motion. The whole idea of stabbing someone.
He had a lot of experience with that, after all.
It didn't make any sense. He hadn't done anything. At least, nothing in a long time. He'd just gotten back to his motel. He hadn't even had the opportunity to paint the walls yet. He was going to paint them. All of them. Give the place a fresh new look. He was going to change things. People would respect him and his motel.
He knocked over a bag of candy corn when he fell to the ground, and little pieces went flying across the floor. Then he just lied there, watching as each breath he took pumped more and more blood out of his body.
Stupid boy. Should have listened to Mother and been more careful. Mother always knows best.