The real monster

Murder on my mind

I just got home from school. My eyes were still glossy.  I replayed my sisters last voicemail to help me calm down. My sister Arabella isn't around anymore, she was murdered when I was only three, I've still been trying to find who killed her to this day. When my mum goes out, I check the files that has the suspects names. there was five. one is happily married with 2 kids, another passed away in 2013 the other three had a valid aliby.

I miss Arabella so much. I began to weep again. it's not fair! Why her?

It was now dusk. it was completely dark outside. I sat round the table to eat my dinner that my mum cooked for me. It was yorkshire and sausages smothered in gravy. She cooks it perfectfully everytime.

10 PM. I was tired. I had a long horrible day at school and I just wanted to sleep. I lay down and closed my eyes counting sheep. I got to 101 when I dosed off.

(I know I said in the beginning I don't remember what happened that night when I woke up, but somehow it was all written in a secured diary)

I remember, waking up but not fully as my eyes where still shut. I rolled round my bedroom floor like a demon crying for help. Suddenly I saw my reflection and saw how insane I looked. I was mad. Glass shattered everywhere. I got up, stepping on the sharp shards in fear, my foot gashing with blood. But I felt no pain. it must've been adredaline or something? I couldn't find the keys to the back door. I searched everywhere for it. I looked in the drawers for it. It wasn't their either, but I found something else that I needed. It was a long, metal, pointy object. I grabbed the knife and put it in my bag. I found a way to get out with out a key and made my way to Michelle's house. I remember frolicking with a limp, on my way there. The cold air came out of my mouth as I finally reached my destination.

My foot began to hurt alot. I limped my way into Michelles window. I see her long, wavy hair spread across her pillow as she rests peacfully. I lifted the knife up.

I slit her throat slowly as she was trying to let out a scream. She screamed. That made me even more angry. I cut through her wind pipe, through her neck bone down to her pillow. I picked up the severed head and put it in my bag. I wrapped her cold headless body with the bloody bed sheet.

That was the last time I heard from Michelle.