Stranger in me...
"I sit here on the floor, soaked with
your blood deep red and warm; a small tinge of life held within
them. I look at you lying upside down, your eyes wide open. They
were once deep blue, but now, they're transparent; white;
Darkness had already started to stretch
across the light blue sky, turning the clouds from pure white to
darkness. As I drove my car along the stretch of highway, my
fingers drumming on the staring wheel, I couldn't help but smile
at the little surprise I had for you tonight. Something you'd
never forget. I rang my forefinger along the knife lain on
the passenger seat. The metal cooled my skin and sent shivers
down my spine as I thought of the instant chill you'd feel as
it'd come with contact with your skin... so warm.... so smooth. I
smiled as I imagined your warm blood melting the coolness of the
metal away slowly, feeding its hunger for warmth as your life
source seeped out of your body and slowly drip to the
Drip... drip... drip...
A drop of blood would fall and expand as
it'd come in contact with the tiles on the floor.
I stopped the car in front of your house. No
one noticed when I came. Your neighbours were out. I was sure of
that. I ran my fingers through my hair and put on my lipstick.
A girl has to look good for her kill. They say revenge is
sweet; but it has never been this sweet...
I put the knife in my bag and walked up to
your front porch. I stood outside for a while, just standing
there not thinking much. I knew what I had to do. Enter...
kill... leave. That was all I came here to do; and I was not
going to back away.
I pressed the door bell softly and waited. I
didn't press it vigorously over and over again like some people
would do. I took my time. A girl always takes her time.
You opened the door a minute later. I counted.
You smiled and hugged me. You felt so humid
as if you just came out from the shower. Your cheeks were flushed
and your breath smelt of tooth paste. You had straightened your
black hair and had sapphire earrings on.
You invited me in. You invited your
killer into your own house... and you didn't even know it. I
followed behind you studying each detail of your house. It was
small, homely ... comfortable. It was simple; not too
You told me to wait while you rushed
upstairs to get your bag. I waited until you were halfway across
the stairs. I took the knife from my bag and removed my stilettos
and followed you. Of course you didn't hear me. I was silent...
just like death.
You were in your bedroom, twirling around
like a ballerina, your hair swaying like an umbrella in the wind.
I opened your room door and entered. You didn't notice. I took a
step and it was then you noticed. You were too late. I had
already delivered my first blow. I stabbed your stomach. You
gasped maybe in shock or in pain. I didn't know and I didn't
care. I watched the blood spill out of you like a fountain. It
just burst out like a river bursting its banks and fell to the
floor. I pulled the knife out of you and stabbed you again and
again and again.
Funny thing is you didn't even try to stop
me. You were too naive. When I was done, I stabbed your right
eye. I plunged the knife in there to get rid of your glassy
stare. A mixture of blood and other liquid came out of it. I
didn't do anything with your left eye. It was too pretty to be
I picked you up, blood soaked and all, and
placed you on the bed. It was then I slit your throat. It was a
clean cut. The knife moved quickly and easily across your throat.
I knew you were dead but what fun would it be leaving you looking
pretty in death.
I ripped your clothes open and cut a zig zag
line across your torso. You were still quite warm, but you were
dead. I could feel the warmth seeping out of your body little by
I split you apart and it was quite fun. Some
of your blood splattered across my face. I licked it. It tasted
nice, just like weak vinegar. I broke your chest apart and
rummaged inside you for your heart.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I pulled it
out of your body. It had stopped breathing. I marvelled at it. It
was bigger than a pig's heart but was dark red and had lots of
meat within it.
I licked my lips and brought the heart
closer to my mouth. It smelt of life. It smelt like you. I took a
bite from it and gulped it down. It was warm and succulent like
rare steak. My eyes closed as it went down my throat and into the
pits of my stomach. I wanted to laugh. Once the heart gave you
life and now I was eating away the source of life.
I devoured your heart like a wild
When I was done, I went to your bathroom and
turned on the tap. I was preparing a bath for you. I felt the
water's temperature. It was just perfect. I added some
soap into the tub. It smelt of roses and lavender. A great
When your bath was ready, I dragged you from
your room, across the hallway and into the bathroom. I then
picked you up and threw you into the bath tub. I didn't turn off
the tap; I left it running full speed. I also turned on all the
other water taps upstairs before moving downstairs. I turned on
the kitchen, laundry and toilet taps.
By the time they'd find your body, you'd be
drowned in water... like a mermaid, so calm and peaceful but
without a tail.
I washed my arms and face before grabbing my
bag and heading out the front door. I made sure I scrubbed the
knife and place it in your cupboard before leaving.
As I drove away, I looked back. I did well.
I won. You lost. You lost the freaking game.