• Mary was a good girl, she went to pre-school every day of the week and she played fair-and-square with all the little boy's and little girl's. In fact Mary was such a good girl, that to the teacher's, Mary was a little Angel, if only they knew the truth... At home Mary was the only child and spoilt rotten! Her parents were at her beck and call, all twenty four hours and seven days a week!! How she got to be this way, you wonder? It's because her parents could not stand her tantrum and her constant need of attention!! She'd say, "I wanna PINK bike!" And even though she still had her old RED tricycle they gave in and brought her the NEW PINK two wheeler BIKE. Or... "I want ice-cream!!" And she had NOT even had dinner yet, but still she got ICE-CREAM... And then it happened Mary's mummy fell pregnant with a bouncing baby boy, they called him Johnny. At first Mary did not care that Johnny existed because her parents still did whatever she said and got her whatever she wanted. But then the unthinkable happened, they said NO! Everything in Mary's tiny world had revolved around her and her ALWAYS getting her way!! Suddenly Mary felt as if she were falling, falling down a deep dark hole and there was no way back, felt like she was being replaced and if there was one thing Mary did NOT like it was being replaced!!! THE BABY HAD TO GO! From that moment on Mary made it her mission to rid the world, her world of baby Johnny, forever!! And it just so happens that Mary was in luck, for that night daddy had to work late and mummy wasn't feeling very well, and so she had to go to have a little lie down. Mary was alone, in the kitchen and three metres away from the butcher knife, "It's time to play butchering." She smirked her secret smirk, grabbed the knife and headed for the stairs... Mummy was snoring and lying on her back. Mary stared at her and then the knife. Carefully she placed the point of the blade upon mummy's tummy, right where it bulged and then she pushed. Deeper and deep the knife bludged, into mummy’s belly and then she pulled the knife toward herself and back the other way. Quicker and quicker, she was cutting zig-zags into mummy’s tummy! A sudden gasp of pain escaped mummy’s lips and quickly Mary yanked out the butcher’s knife, and it was covered in blood, as were Mary’s hands, in fact all of Mary and her parent’s bedroom was covered in blood. She stared, smiling.