Dan.

What is life? I pondered as I ripped a woman apart with my rusty cleaver. Her screams reminded me of white noise, I hated white noise. So I hammered my cleaver down some more; whack, whack, whack.

She eventually stopped and I wondered if she felt the same way as me. As she lay bleeding on my hood—dying, I was overwhelmed with sadness. I felt so lonely here in the city. Just moments ago I had the perfect woman. A small whisper escaped her lips.

"But I'm just-"

The life left her eyes in that instance and I was truly alone again. No one understands my pain. They call me a monster. I say yes, yes I am a monster. I'm a monster that has feelings.

I should really backtrack and explain why this woman was laying bleeding and rotting on my car hood. I had killed her on my Chevy and was amused that this was the other way to die by a head on collision as I chopped off what was left of her head.

Anyway, I was at the grocery store. I had forgotten to pick up milk for mother and she was insistent that I go to the store. So I was in line and the check out girl was checking other items out that did not involve sale prices. If you know what I mean.

Before I realized my own actions, I had given out my phone number and address. Three dates and a NASCAR marathon later, we were in love. See? I can love! I'm really good at it! I'M NOT CRAZY!

So we are like two love birds when I decided to seal the deal by having her meet mother. She was always nervous when I talked about mother, probably because she loved her as much as me! Then she can meet my girls.

For meeting mother and the girls, I needed to prepare a special dinner. Roast pork, carrots, and lima beans. Most people hated lima beans and I hated them. That was not the issue today. Everything was perfect.

Like a good pocket watch my love arrived at the door. I skipped to the door and motioned with my hand for her to come in.

"Liste-"

"Hello! Your seat is right over here, the girls have just been dying to see you."

"Ok, but-" She abruptly stopped as soon as I led her to the kitchen and the next thing I knew she was wide eyed.

"Don't stare, it's rude." I growled. Mother didn't like it when guests stared.

"They're all dead!" She screamed.

Well I was just offended! How dare she speak about my freshly dead girls and mother in that way! I had to shut her wh*re mouth! So I grabbed my cleaver and chased after a now running sad-excuse-for-a-lover.

This is how we ended up outside, where my luck turned in favor. She tripped by my truck, so I took the opportunity to grab her by the hair and throw her on the hood.

"Apologize!" I screamed.

"But I'm just a hooker!" She cried.

That was the last straw, she insulted my mother, insulted my girls, and degraded herself! She didn't deserve to be my girlfriend anymore. She should have loved me! Why couldn't she understand my feelings! I killed those people out of love!

After I was done hacking away, my stomach grumbled. I couldn't let dinner get cold.