• It has become easier now, since I firsted started. The deaths of my friends. It has become easier to cope with what I have become, a killer, a murder, and I love it. At first I thought about turning myself in for Maria's death, the blood always on my hands, I will never be able to really get them clean, but that is okay, I have become accustomed to the rotten iron smell that only my senses can detect, the crusty crimsion that scars them, even past the scented lotions and soaps, I can still smell it, and I have come to love it, it soothes me to sleep when I hear there screams, they mix, the smell comforts, the screams sing me to sleep.
    It doesn't take a genius to know I have become insane, but then I don't feel any different, I feel better if anything, ever since Maria's death, I have felt an animal in me awaken, ever since her lies have finally come to an end, I can sleep. Maria was my first victim, her long brown hair stained with her own blood.
    Maria is taller than my five foot figure, she is more athletic, and way worse at lying than I am, I know that because I haven't gotten caught yet, and I caught her lying to me about cheating on her boyfriend, with one of my brother's friends. Things like those annoy me, so I planned out her death. The night was crystal clear, stars and moon radiating light, just like any other night in this rural town. The wind blowed only slightly as I walked towards her house, my shoes clicking against the pavement. I had been studying up on how people got rid of things, how they messed up in things like this. The kit I had was at my side, it was just a tool bag, but a it would have to do.
    Ducktape, and other tools that I had needed were in the leather bag, my hands and nerves were shaking, I though more than one that I needed to turn around, but the animal in me craved for her blood.
    I contiued to walk, the clicks of my ropers agianst the sidewalk. Her parents weren't home, and this was the perfect time for me to do my bidding, I knew, deep down, I would cry after wards, but I had to do it, something was compelling me to hurt her, to make her pay for the lies and betrayal. But I knew that i had to be sure about doing it, beacuse after it was done there was no reset button to press and make it all go back to normal, vengence. That was what I wanted most, the sweet revenge. I wanted to make her cry and beg, thinking about this I slipped the shower cap on my head just outside on the opposite street corner and made my way towards the house.
    Walking into her house, I made sure to take the first item out of my bag, the metal shoe holder, that folded up, to make sure my shoes wouldn't be spotted or they would leave anything on the carpet. Taking them off I slide them on the stand and made sure to dry them, not wanting to take any chances. I would also have to get everything else ready before I started. Her dogs were barking, like always, out back, she was asleep down stairs so I busied myself, quietly, with getting the paper bags on my feet, so incase I tracked any blood out, it wouldn't be n my socks. Slipping even more into her house, I took out the two calibar gun that belonged to a Nick James from down the street, I baby sit his kids, and made sure that it was easy to get at, he was new in town, and would be easy to frame for this murder. Taking the hair fibers in the small container, I slide them in my coat pocket.
    Then walking carefully down the stairs, sliding the gloves I found in his work bag against the banaster, I moved towards my friend. Maria's bedroom is at the bottom of the stairs and to the left, walking carefully towards the room, the shadows hovering around me, masking my presence, I moved towards her small sleeping body, flicking on the light, the haunting mask covered my face.
    The look on her face when she saw me standing there made me smile underneath the white emotionless smile of a jester on my mask.
    "Wh..Who are you!?" she exclaimed reaching for her phone, I shot the gun, the silencer making a sharp squeak as it hissed smoke. A scream rose from her throat as blood ran through her fingers, the blood oozing in between the tan digits, trickling down her arms staining her floor.
    "What do you want?" she screamed reaching for her phone agian. Realizing she was making too much noise, my nerves sparked up even more, I was shaking, but enjoying myself as well. Shooting the gun once more, her screams fell silent, and the smoke resided in the room, setting the gun on the table upstairs, I grabbed my stuff, and ran towards my house, well away from my house more or less.
    Towards the river, where I would burn the stuff, this was my camping night and I had already set up camp with my friend, Alissa, making sure she was asleep and the last person to see me with her, I stuffed my bag full of rocks, to make it look like I was there in case she came back. That was my alibi.
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    When I got back the fire was hot as I threw the stuff on it, Alissa was still asleep, she hadn't moved, and that means I could clear the stuff out of my bag, sitting in the purple metalic bag. My nerves were shaking and I thought about how lifeless her eyes had looked, the paleness in her skin. A sick sort of smile creeped acorss my face as I watched the mask burn away into ashes, putting out the fire I moved with the ashes in a bowl and scattered them into the water. Half of them sank to the bottom, stirring up the mud, I made sure to scatter the rest. That was that, the police came to question me, asked me the usual stuff you see them ask on tv. Then it was over, I went to the funeral, put on a big scene and then made sure to act normal. The first week I was skiddish but the people who knew me blammed it falsely on the way she was taken. Then after I read they had 'caught' her killer I was shocked so well when My mother told me it was the man I babysat for. I went on a angry staged rapage and then a month later it was over with. Secretly, I laugh in my room at how stupid everyone really is.They didn't even try to pin it on me, that means that the ashes are still at the bottom of the river and no one will ever find out that I was gone that night, Alissa had told them she and I were sleeping when it went down. It has gotten easier to understand the perfectness my mind can pull off, to contain the beast that was released that night, the blood, the look of it falling onto her carpet, dark and black, I still smile, that is my secret melody, Maria was my first, but I knew then that she wouldn't be my last.