After I read all the diverse ways to kill, I already used most of these before. I decided I would try something new, to kill the one who taught me the most with a new technique I taught myself. This will prove I know more about killing from killing the one who taught me everything. What I was going to do was what we did after each kill, but this time we were not cleaning up we were just beginning, for this was just the killing. Carefully I mixed the bleach and vinegar. Once my eyes began to stream salty tears that ran down my face and my nose stung as if I poured the mixture in my nose, did I know it was ready. I carefully covered the lid tight on the giant jacuzzi tub, when this gas is released, it will cause a painful death and the bleach would help with disposing the waste. I was ready it was time for me to take back my life and finally be free, to kill whoever I wanted. It was the only life I knew. How could I turn back now that I had already started? This is my time. But first I went into my room for the last time and packed my bags, the only light came from the shimmering cold moon, was this an omen? I grabbed a few short, bladed knives, and the pistol mother gave to me for my 5th birthday on my shelf in my crooked writing was my name, or at least it was. Ruby, that is what it said, I am fairly sure that that was my birth name, but we changed my name so often it was hard to remember. We must keep changing our identities to stay safe, mother claimed when I questioned her a few short months back. It is time now I decided, glancing around one more time. I grabbed the big heavy carton of bleach and vinegar mixture and poured it all in the big fancy bathtub, I felt tears already filling up in my eyes and running down my face. I covered up my nose and mouth with my sweaty t-shirt so I would not end up trapped in the poisonous gas like mother. I quickly ran out of the room and locked the door but before leaving I escaped one more glance at my mother. Her face was all discoloured and deformed, pus escaped from her ears and eyes. Blood was oozing out and soaking up her bedsheet from all the blood that gushed out of her nose. You could not even recognize her anymore.