Source: Creepypasta
Sorry Last

Sorry ...

Sorry I always bother you.

Sorry ...

Sorry I always make a mess when you've tidied it up.

Sorry ...

I'm sorry that I always break and take things away.

Mother ...

Ii'm sorry.

Those were the words spoken by my son just before he met his death. This self could only be speechless seeing that the only remaining family member had left for all eternity. Crying cannot be.

My husband left for another woman not long after this child was born. After that, I decided to move to a village and there I raised this child. My son grew up in the village without a father figure beside him. However, he seemed to ignore it. Maybe he feels affection and I like to spoil it is enough for him.

My son grew up to be a bad boy and sometimes troubled me with his behavior. However, I could only smile at his mischief. He likes to make a mess all over the house and he is also very careless, so some of the furniture in the house becomes damaged and some of my belongings are lost because of it.

He was not always a bad boy. There were times when he became a good and diligent child, and liked to help me as it is happening now. This usually happens when his birthday is near. However, I know that in every good deed, there is always a hidden desire. Last year he asked for some new toys as his birthday present. I don't know what he wants for this year. The night before his birthday, he would usually reveal his request.

"Mother ... Do you remember, tomorrow is my birthday?" ask my sweet boy.

"Yes, of course I remember." I replied.

"Can I ask for a special gift, ma'am?" ask my son again.

"I want to meet Dad, Mom. That's all I want." said my son.

I was bowed to hear my son's request, but all his good deeds deserve a proper reward.

"All right, you go to bed! I promise you tomorrow our family will be reunited." I said.

The next day, my son woke up early. He ran out of his room into the dining room hoping to see his father. It was not the happy countenance shown, but his entire face was pale and he froze motionless at the dining-room door.

"Mother, who is that man? Why is his body covered with blood?" said son.

"He's your father. I had trouble persuading him to come here. So, mom killed him so it was easy to bring him here" I replied.

"Killer ... Mom is a killer. I'll report the mother's actions." cried my son.

My son tried to run, but I managed to pull his hand, then pulled it and threw it on the table.

"Hey, Son of Naka, you want to see your father, right? Meet him in the afterlife." I said.

A few times I pulled a knife into my son's body. My son was moaning in pain, but I ignored him and continued to draw a knife into his body.

"Akkhc ... Sick, Mom." cried my son, "Sorry ... Sorry I always bother you. Sorry ... Sorry I always make a mess when you've tidied it up. Sorry ... I'm sorry that I always break and take things away. Mother ... I'm sorry."

"Now you're apologizing?" I growled, "you think I'm not tired of continuing to tidy up everything you've messed up? You think I'm not mad when you break something? You think all the lost stuff you can replace with an apology?"

Hunusan for the sake of the hunusan I gave to my son until his death to pick him up.