Murderous Indulgence

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Twilight Zone
This is a monologue. Most will find this disturbing probably.

Submitted: August 07, 2016

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Submitted: August 07, 2016



I hadn't planned to kill again, but she had haunted my dreams for weeks now. And the way she acted practically spelled out, “kill me, I'm next.” I mean she ran in the morning, before dawn, all alone. And then her attitude, it absolutely, positively sucked. Always acting so (high and mighty). She virtually cringed when she saw people like me. People who didn't do things like wear a different Fendi, Gucci, Prada or some other big time company belt everyday. I honestly was doing everyone a favor. Today had been the perfect day to do it, too, green lights everywhere. To start off she kept walking down the wrong hallways, the ones with bad lighting and far enough from authority that no one could hear whatever you were doing. Then, she was being such a nudge today. Like, somehow she managed to annoy the coolest teacher ever known to man, Mr. Zach. At first I was the only one sighing and huffing at her, then the whole class was and finally so was Mr. Zach. And the weather was perfect, pouring rain and thunder. Mother nature was going to help me clean up. The rain would wash away her blood and the thunder would cover up her screams. I finally got my chance after school. She walked out of the back door and I grabbed her. I drug her to this field a few hundred yard from the football field. Of course when i let go she tried to run and scream. But seriously, I'm a state champs cross country and track athlete, she couldn't really get away. Finally she had tired herself out and i made my move. it was supposed to be quick and short, but then I felt the smoothness of my 6 inch army knife pierce her abdomen and had to do it again. And again. And again. And again. I just couldn't get enough. The way her crimson blood trickled over my fingers, warm over my cold hands. And her face! Wide eyes, gaping mouth, lips and teeth stained rose from her upchucked blood. Mascara and eyeliner stained her cheeks. Wished I could have taken a picture, she honestly looked so much prettier like this.

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