Sleep Deprived: *Warning: Some Scenes May Disturb Read Free

all night.”
    She won't let you sleep. You know that.
    I ignored the voice. We went down the hall to Claire's room. I placed her on the changing table and changed her nappy, then took off her shirt and put her into her pyjamas and dressing gown.
    “You, little girl, are going straight to sleep tonight, and I don't want to hear one sound out of you.”
    I carried her to the kitchen where I warmed up a bottle of milk. We walked back to her room where I put Claire down in her bassinet and gave her the bottle, turning off the light as I left the room. Leaving the door cracked slightly, I headed down the hall and entered the living room. She immediately began to cry.
    Let her cry.
    I left her there and headed into the kitchen, looking for something – anything to help me sleep. Unfortunately, I found nothing. Not one fucking drop of alcohol. No sleeping pills or even cold medicine. Nothing. Perhaps it was for the best since nothing seemed to help anyway.
    Claire kept screaming, her shrieks piercing my brain. I stormed out of the kitchen and walked back toward her room. When I entered, I turned on the light, causing her to jump. She screamed even louder.
    “Shut up!” I screamed as I got closer. Claire continued to wail. I walked over to her and picked her up. Holding her under the arms in front of me, I shook her and screamed, “Shut up, you little fucking cunt! Shut the hell up!”
    I threw her back down and took a deep breath. I knew how to get some fucking peace and quiet. The voice told me what had to be done.
    Get rid of her. Silence her once and for all.
    Claire had a Winnie the Pooh pillow in her bassinet. In fact, her whole room was decorated with that fucking bear and his stupid friends. Without hesitation, I grabbed the pillow and held it over her face.
    So quiet. I could barely hear her muffled screams. I closed my eyes and held the pillow there. After a short time, she went still. Finally; some fucking peace and quiet.  I don't know how long I stood there holding the pillow over her face with my eyes closed, but the silence was beautiful. Then it struck me; she was no longer moving – no longer screaming.
    I removed the pillow and stared down at her dead face. Her eyes were open and her head lolled toward me. As she stared back at me with a vacant stare, I thought I would feel something resembling sadness or remorse - I felt nothing.
    You have to get rid of the body. If you don't, she'll wake up crying.
    I did as the voice instructed; I was acting on autopilot. I walked down the hall and out the front door, taking a sharp left to head towards the garage. The door was unlocked, so I opened it and gingerly stepped inside, running my hands along the walls looking for a light switch. Eventually, I found it and the room illuminated into an incandescent yellow light.
    On the workbench sat a small hacksaw. Would this be big enough? I looked around for a larger saw but found nothing, so I grabbed the hacksaw and headed towards the door, not bothering to turn off the light on my way out. I made my way back to the house. My eyes focused, but my mind totally blank.
    I walked back in the front door, slamming it shut behind me. I locked both deadbolts and went into the kitchen to grab a large carving knife. Then I made my way back to Claire's room. When I got to the doorway, I paused, looking at her face, unsure of what to do next.
    Take her to the bathroom and put her in the tub.
    I walked to her bassinet and picked her up, grabbing her by the left ankle, lifting her out of her bed. I carried her, swinging upside down into the bathroom and turned on the light and as we walked through the doorway, accidentally banging her head on the wall. This caused me to laugh hysterically until I could barely breathe. When the laughter subsided, I realised that I was unsure of what to do next.
    Place her in the tub. Cut off her head.
    I paused. Cut off her head? Was that necessary? She was only a baby!
    Cut off her fucking head or she'll