fiction: Kilmer

Author: moiSentineL

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+aliases:
+tags:
+  - post
+  - fiction
+added: 2025-09-12
+link: https://nibirsan.org/blog/p/kilmer
+excerpt: "[short story]"
+date: 2025-09-17T11:03:43+05:30
+status: done
+content-type: blog
+---
+**Content Warning:** This story includes scenes of abuse and violence that may be distressing for some readers. Please proceed with caution. {.edit}
+
+---
+
+"Kilmer! KILMER!"
+
+"Yeah mom, what's wrong? Why are you shouting?"
+
+"Kilmer, you bloody bastard! You ate the damn pudding!"
+
+"Wait, wasn't it for me?"
+
+"No, you dimwit! My boyfriend's coming over, and you ate the goddamn pudding!"
+
+"But, it's my birthday... I thought you'd-"
+
+"I don't care you little shit! You're gonna pay for this. Come here, boy!"
+
+I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I tumbled through cabinets in the kitchen, the couches in the rec room. From the corner of my eye, I saw my mom, well,
+my step-mom, chasing me with her black leather belt in her hands.
+
+I reached the front door. It was locked. 
+There was no way out.
+
+I turn my back towards the door and felt her alcoholic breath on me. 
+
+"Kilmer, boy, you're done."
+
+I don't wet my pants anymore. After Dad, things got worse, and I guess just got used to it. I don't even know why I try to run. I know there's no saving me. 
+
+But there's always tears. Mechanical. Automatic. Tears.
+"Mom, I'm sorry!" I plead.
+
+With one hand she pushes me against the door, and with the other she whips me. I close my eyes before the first whip. My senses come to a close. I imagine Dad and I at the park we used to go every Thursday, the bedtime stories he read me. I am at a safe place now. Nothing can hurt me.
+
+The belt hits my thighs and calves one at a time. I wince. My mom cursing me every time she swings her belt. "You idiot, you sick fucking child, you rotten piece of shit."
+
+And then there's a loud thud. The whips stop for a while.
+
+"Mom?" I call out. There's no answer.
+
+I open my eyes to see my mom lying on a puddle of blood. Eyes wide open. I get close to her. "Mom? Wake up, mom!" I know she's not going to wake up. She's dead.
+
+"Yeah, she's dead." A voice calls out. "We killed her."
+
+I see a boy sitting on the couch. He has a blood-stained baseball bat in his hand. *My* baseball bat. He catches me looking at him, "Well, that was supposed to happen sooner or later. I figured I'd help you out a bit."
+
+The boy looks like me. He *is* me. But how do I know that?
+
+"You know that because I *am* really you, Kilmer, and you are *me*. Two sides of the same coin," he says, examining the bat in his hand. "Come here and sit down with me."
+
+Timidly, I do as he says.
+
+He moves his eyes from the bat to me, "You know I'd always protect you, right? I would never let anyone hurt you."
+
+I nod, "I know."
+
+"Good. But you see, there's no time to dance. We've got a problem in our hands," he says, pointing to the dead body with the bat. I follow the bat's direction. I see my abusive step mom, just lying there. Bloody. Contorted. Dead. The scene closely resembling the grotesque image of a pig beaten to death.
+
+I can't stop my tears.
+
+"Hey, Kilmer, look at me." I look at him.
+"Stop worrying. Nothing's going to happen to us. I got you." I nod. He touches my cheek, wiping my tears.
+"We're going to handle this like we always have. And always will. Have you got that?" he says.
+
+"Yeah." 
+
+"Great." he snuffles and gets up from the couch, "Because we're just getting started."
+
+He walks up to the body, and looks at me.
+"Sit tight, Kilmer. It's all going to be a-okay." And he smashes her skull to pieces.
+
+"GAAAH!" he strikes it again. I can see the brain matter flowing out of her skull, and it makes me nauseous. I close my eyes. I take deep breaths. I don't hear his grunts anymore. My senses come to a close. I am being taken to a safe place now. I am going to be okay. Nothing can hurt me.