oneirism

euthanasia

I smiled, satisfied with my latest masterpiece. I got up slowly, observing my art carefully. The boy, no, man I freed from this world looked blissful. A rather funny expression to have after being stabbed to death.

I breathed in relief and wiped the bloody blade on my jeans. I took one last look and walked away, grinning like there's no tomorrow.

They call me Eros, the Greek version of cupid, Who's face if seen by anyone would drive them mad. I guess the fact that they look so peaceful lead to the media calling me as such. They've reported eighty three kills within this year, honestly, I myself have lost track.

I'm not killing people, to tell the truth. I'm SAVING them. They no longer have to face the cold, harsh horrors of reality. It's called mercy, if you dumb people can't understand. I wouldn't expect you to.

The media say it's a middle aged guy. Hello! I'm a girl, people! And last time I checked I should be in my teens. Probably seventeen or so. But then again who cares? I don't. I don't do this for publicity. I don't give a shit who knows and who doesn't. I'm avenging the lost souls and that's what I do.

As I walked, I saw a lonely figure sitting alone in the dark. The entire road was empty besides us. He seemed kinda depressed, all droopy over the bench. Another trapped soul.

I walked over and pushed him onto the bench. He didn't even make a sound. Weird. I climbed on him and sat on his chest to prevent him from escaping. Raising my blade, I looked down at him grinning.

The hoodie he'd been wearing had fallen back to reveal his face. He had a startled expression but his exotic blue eyes held so much pain, I was taken aback. I've seen those eyes before. Every time I look in the mirror.

My arms wavered, the burst of confidence I usually have left me as I continued to stare at his face, unable to look away, I couldn't take it anymore. I lowered my arms and stumbled away from him.

I had no idea what I was doing or what was wrong with me.

" Go." I told him. He stared at me confused. " JUST GO!!" I yelled. He scrambled away looking back from time to time as I collapsed onto the bench and promptly passed out, exhausted from the night and the mental strain he would never know he put me through.