The nanny arrived around seven o'clock.
She presented herself as Gazel. Gazel was a smiling and approachable, but she was ugly. A big nose over some incredible crooked teeth, that was yellow.
Some of them was even black. Her eyes that were blue was dry, and instead of the white, it was yellowish. Her hair that was dry and worn, and in some areas she was just bold. But she was the cheapest the parents could find.
She was ugly but she was nice. The parents just didn't know it was a facade, and it amused the nanny.

The nannys job was to take care of Evy.
Evy was unlike the nanny, beautiful, sweet, lively, with some lovely skyblue eyes and golden hair. The sight of the little girl awakened memories in the ugly womans head.
Memories of a past, she was beaten because of her ugliness. She had no friends, even her parents loathe her. She was kicked out of her home.
No one could keep out looking at her several minutes in a row.
But the memories also awakened something wild and strong inside of her. It was a kind of revenge.
She was jealous on the little girls beauty, and wanted revenge. Revenge over Evys beauty.

As soon as the nanny had ensured that the parents were gone, and she was alone with the four year old girl, it was as if she changed her shape. There came a murderous glance in the nannys blue-gray eyes, and she smiled big. The four year old looked expectant on the weird nanny. The nanny walked with floating, ensured steps into the parents bedroom, and her white dress dragged slowly after her. She grabbed a hairbrush and sat Evy on her lap in the living room, and began to brush her hair while she faintly and slowly hummed the same tune over and over. Slowly the stubborn movements got harder and harder, and the hairbrushes peak edges began to bore deeper into the scalp, and blood began to ooze out from the long and regular scars.
The nanny ignored the girls crying and pushing, and drove the hairbrush deeper into the scalp, so the blood flowed out in long streams and landed on the nanny.
Large tufts of hair fell down, and soon the hair got wollen and red. Suddenly Evy turned around against Gazel and scratched her on the entire right cheek, so Gazels face got filled with the red liquid substance.
Without heeding the pain the nanny threw the four year old girl against a glass table, that broke under the girls weight, and large pieces of glass bored into the little delicate body.

The frontdore was locked up, and in came Evys parents.
They looked scared on the bloody nanny, and tried to approach her, but she hissed, so the parents immediately backed. Gazel laughed an evil laugh.
Outside it was midnight. A cold breeze fled inside the house through the open door, and let the parents shudder. But the ugly, bloodthirsty nanny didn't take care of the chill. She didn't feel it.
Nothing functioned as it should in her head.
The parents eyes searched for their little daughter, and found her in a twisted position. Bloody, cold and dead. But at that time, the nanny was already on her way to the kitchen, where she opened a drawer, and smiled triumphantly, when she heard the parents complaining scream, when they discovered their little, beautiful Evy. She selected the best, the biggest knife she could find.
A long bladed butcher knife. She let her finger follow the sharp side, up to the edge, where she pressed her finger against the sharp edge, and looked hungrily at the dropping blood, like in a race fought out.

She walked calmly into the living room, where the father held a phone. The parents backed immediately by the sight of the knife, but the nanny did something else. Something they wouldn't have believed but still didn't exclude.
The nanny held the knife with both hands, lifted them up and stabbed herself in wild extace. A loud crunching sound when the knife bored through meet and bones.
Cut through veins and into the heart. It was like a dance under a rain of blood, where the melody was the nannys hectic laughter.
The nanny dropped the knife in a clattering sound, and fell down on the floor in a big pool of blood, and lay lifeless.

When the parents approached the bloodthirsty nanny, they saw a satisfied, insane drag around her mouth. The nanny was a weak soul. A weak soul, with a core stored with grief and hate.
Humiliation and evil. Tears and weakness. At a time this core will go off, and injury everyone on its way. Injury everything that even reminded

them on their grief. On their weakness. Or on their tears.
The nannys core was filled to the fullest.
Everything could now let the bomb go off.
Even others beauty. Even a childs

beauty. The bomb burst and colored everything in revenges red color.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 31.05.2011

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