• The last whisper from her was the last word she said right before she died. She was my life. She was my world until that son of a b***h guy who stabbed her, and it only happened last week, on Friday, October the 13th. Goddammit! I must give him hell–make his life hell! I wont stop until he is dead, no matter what the cost, even meaning being thrown in jail, or even me being murdered after I kill him. I just need to do what I feel is right.
    My parents are no longer–why, you ask? Because when I was 12, I was down right furious with my mom and dad when I was walking off with water...I can still feel, smell, hear, and even picture the image of fire, the outburst of flames–the explosion. Dammit, dammit, DAMMIT! I really wish I hadn't walked off–I mean, they made me mad, yeah, but there was a candle burning, and oil. There was oil that set the explosion.
    Before I could think any longer, there was suddenly a scratching noise at the door. What the–? The door crumbled into dust. I tried not to panick, but I couldn't breathe. There was something trying to sneak into my throat–"oh, shi–" I started to say, but I couldn't scream. An innocent looking girl came out of the shadows and said, "Let's play." At first, she just glared at me with those cutesy looking eyes of hers. She charged at me, but that didn't stop me from moving to the left and grabbing a baseball bat. "Enjoy hell–little girl." I grinned. I poured oil onto the floor, and lit it, and the fire was going towards the girl. Oh, wow. Killing feels–NICE. I must kill. Kill until my heart's desire for flesh and blood stops. The girl was helpless, but I jumped onto my bed, and jumped on her back. Confused, she tried to pry her way out of my grip. "Oh, no, no, silly girl." I said, like I was possessed. Even my tone scared me–even my thoughts and everything else scared me. I quickly put my hands in grip of her head, and shattered it like it was just a twig. Her head fell off–and she is now dead. I made picked the body up, and threw her out the window. Then, I climbed out the window and used the ladder to get down. "Who–who's there?" a boy asked. I snuck up behind him and used the bat to crush his head. I must kill more. MORE!

    To be continued