This goddamned child! Never smiling. Always avoiding the deadly stare of my blank eyes. This child can't hide forever.

Screams. Coming from the basement. Crying. Loud sobs. This child never shuts up! As I gouge out his baby blue eyes, I hiss through my gritted teeth; "Shut up, you filth! Get any louder and I'll make it worse, you son of a bitch!" That seemed to make him shut up.

The photographer came from his home town of Manchester all the way to our residence in Liverpool. He took one look into my blank stare and immediately sett up his camera.

"Ma'am, is this really necessary?" He asked as I put his wage of 10£ in his hand. "Of course. You are putting your time into coming out here to photograph myself and my lovely baby, so pay is a necessity." I stared at him, and he took the money. "Where is your child?" He questioned. "Ah! Downstairs, in the basement. That's where he sleeps, you see." I scurried to the basement. "Be right back, Mr.Williams!" "Alrighty then..." He murmured as he continued setting up his tools.

As I trudged down the steps, lantern in hand, I hissed. "Screw this up and you're dead for sure! Just like Vi!" Vi was my daughter. Was. She messed up a photo and so I killed her. Nothing more to it. I grabbed my son, Elliot, by the scruff of his neck. Then it occurred to me that we needed to appear as a loving family. I cradled him in my arms like a precious jewel and we headed up the stairs.

Mr.Williams was finished setting up. We told us to pose, and say cheese.

We did as he asked. Elliot sneezed. After the photos were processed, I took a look. When Elliot had sneezed, the picture had gotten blurry. "I'll be right back!" I assured Mr.Williams. I ran to the kitchen.I picked up my favorite knife and sharpened it. Here we go. I returned to the sitting room.

I first stuck the blamed in the photographers chest, and then the babies chest. I took a look at the blood soaked knife. I then looked at my dress. That too was blood soaked.

It was my turn. I stick the blade in my chest. I kissed my babies forehead, smiled and the life drained out of me.

Okay! How was that? My best friend Sydney told me which picture to use! Thanks! Vote and comment!