◇ She wasn't my girlfriend
Neither she was my crush.
But in the list of priorities
She always remained the first ◇
◇ He is mature, I'm childish
He is responsible, I'm careless
He is strong, I'm sensitive
Hence proved, its also can be friendship ◇
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Chris's POV :
. 5 Days Later .
The police officer punched on my face hardly. His eyes are filled in rage, he want to kill me at this very moment for what I did.
All over my face are bruises and wounds. Blood oozed out of it. That last punch, oh my god, that was damn hard. He yelled at me today like he did last days.
"Speak up dog, why you killed your friend? What happened between you two to cut her body into pieces and throw it in the trash?"
What is this? Same question every day. I get bored listening to it. Ask how much pleasure I felt while cutting her body with a knife.
When I saw the first drop of blood coming from her body, It was indescribable.
Even thinking about it now it makes me feel so happy, her weeping sound is echoing in my ears. Giving me such a satisfaction.
I'm craving to cut her body into a thousand pieces this time, not just twenty.
I looked at the police officer's face, he is gritting his teeth in anger. Making his hands ready to give me an another punch on my face. I chuckled and winked at him.
His red eyes reminded me her tears filled eyes. Her eyes which are begging for life.
Her blood-soaked face never left my mind. A smile spread across my lips. I can feel the same pleasure while thinking about her, that made me laugh out loud.
The police officer got irritated hearing my voice. If this police gets the knife I used to cut her neck he will kill me like I killed her.
Will he get the pleasure as I got?
"Stop your devil laugh and tell the truth. What made you kill that innocent girl ?" He screamed at his maximum this time.
"Okay enough." Said the assistant director through the mike placed on the table.
The grim expression on the face of the man acting as a police officer in front of me changed to a very calm one. He suddenly came out of character and smiled at me.
I got up from the chair and shook hands with him. "You acted very well." I praised him for his acting skill.
He played the police officer better than me. I never raised my voice this much. I have never screamed this much in my life. Screaming at Rishma once was enough.
"You also did the psycho role amazingly without uttering a word or humming." He said shaking his hand with me.
I rewinded the script in mind as master David taught me, so I no need to say anything.
After acting the last character given to us, we looked at the assistant director and other important people who were there. There were four of them around a round table, in front of each one a mic to talk.
