Careless whisper

Room 338

You know I never ment to hurt her, right? You know that it was all a mistake, a misunderstanding that lead me to do that. It's my love for you that made my take matters into my own hands. If you hadn't cheated non of this would have ever happened. It's not like I truly had anything against her, it's the fact that she took what was mine, or did you take what was hers, like you took what was mine. I can feel her fear, I can see her crying, she is down on her knees, begging. What was I doing? Why was i there? I know what I had to do but, was it the only way? No it wasn't, and I've learnt that the hard way.

Room 338, I remember that number vividly. I found out that you were cheating, two weeks before valentine. How it ripped me to shreds. But of course, I didnt believe. So I did my own investigation, for two weeks I stocked her, for two weeks I followed her. I was there the night you held her in you arms, the night you gave her your all, two days before you gave it to me. I heard her screams, I heard her moans, I heard it all, and to hell with you. She didnt deserve to die atleast not my my hands.

The night after valentine I followed her back to her apartment for the last time. I creaped up behind her, and held a knife to her neck. I felt her blood run cold at that moment. I forced her into the apartment and had her in the knees. I stared into her eyes, those crystal blue eyes, she begged for mercy. I took my knife and slowly made deep cuts into her face. Her blood dripping off my hands and she screams in agony. I had had enough of her, so I stabbed her seven times to the chest. I watched as she bleed out infront of me. I felt accomplished, I felt like I had won. But I wasn't dont yet, after all that she still had life left in the filth body. And for her final moments all she must have remembered, all she must have felt is my knife gliding across her neck, slow, painful, agonizing, and soothing for me.

The now dead brunette laid dead, bleeding, on the floor. My hands covered in blood, my doing, my distraction, my creation of death, lay infront of me, as I fell to the floor. Now confused, thinking back at what I had done. Although i dont regret it, and I sware I would do it again if I have to. I laid flat on the grown and looked up to the ceiling, dark and gloomy, like the thoughts that ran through my mind. My eyes shut, as I drift away into the darkness, asleep at what was about to be a crime scene. I dreamt of you my dear, I dreamt that I was holding your hands once again, as we walked through the pasture of greenery, it was perfect, so perfect that it was imperfect, my eyes finally opened and I glanced at the clock on the far end of the room, I have been in that apartment for three hours. It then became clear to me what I had to do next. Who was next.