The Heart of a Murderess

Murderess

~Murder~ the crime of deliberately killing a person

I'm different. Of course everyone is 'different'. Like, unique, special, the sun shines out of your ass, different.
But I'm not that kind of different. I'm the different that scares. I'm the different that gives you the shits just by looking at you. No, I not just some misunderstood little kid. I'm a demon.
Ya fuckin' right your a demon. And I'm a fucking unicorn.
Silly you. What? You don't believe in the devil and God? You should. Because they're real, and one of them is coming for you. And it's never the one you want to.

I didn't understand it back when I was small, and even now I don't truly understand, but in the world there is only good and evil. And sometimes you don't get to choose what side you're on.

~Flashback~

"No please stop!" My shrill voice screams. I raise my weak arms up in defense.

A boy throws another rock at me. It hits right over my brow, knocking me back .
I reach up and touch the spot were it hit. Blood is gushing out of the deep cut.
A tear glides down my tender cheek. As I stand up he walks over and pushes me down. I slowly rise. He lets me.

"Stop. Stop. Stop it."

He laughs. "What are going to do? Cry?" He laughs again.

Burning anger fills me. Something I can't control. It rips, tears, though me.

Make him stop.

Make him hurt.

Almost magically, maliciously, his hands grasp for his throat. Clawing for air.

The little boy twists and falls backwards onto the ground. His fingernails claw into his skin, ripping small pieces of his throat out. Ripping, clawing, digging, shredding, his skin away.  His fingernails becoming drenched in his own blood.
His eyes roll back into his head as his body starts to convulse in spasms. He seizes continuously. Then, they stop. He goes still.

I push his body over. At first, I stare. Blood oozes from his ripped throat, he's turned pure white, and his eyes are pure black.

"Oh my god what happened?!?" Moans a teacher as she runs over.

She shrieks at all the blood.  She drops down reaching for his neck trying to stop the bleeding. She screams for help.

It's too late. I want to say.

He's gone now.

He's gone to hell.

Where he belongs.

~End of flashback~

I want to tell you that was the last incident I produced. I want to tell you I didn't kill that boy on propose.
But I did.

Your probably confused as hell by now.
How can you fucking do that? What the hell do you mean your a demon?!
Calm ur tits. I'm getting to that.