The overwhelming feeling of grief took over as I sat the single rose down on her grave. The women who was my whole world was now 6 feet under. What I would do just to see her again? I kneeled down to sit with her. One last time. The ground was cold but I beared with it. I looked at the name, only for it to still haunt me. Amelia Anderson. A girl with dark brown hair and green eyes that stuck out to me like no other. The name stung me like a thorn from a bush. I miss her dearly. After a few minutes of being like this, I got up and dusted my pants off. "Goodbye, my love" I whispered. Leaving the cemetery was always the hardest part. That feeling of grief still stuck to me as I got to the car. I checked the time. 9:30. I still had a little bit of time before I had to go to work. I let out a sigh. I didn't really want to go in today but I needed the money. I drove off to work. Being a bartender wasn't really a good job. Constantly having to deal with people's stupidity while they were drunk wore me out. It was just a normal day at work. Until I meet her.
There was a girl on the other side of the bar. She looked exactly like my late wife. I mumbled under my breath, "Amelia?". I blinked and she was gone. Just like that. A man came up to the counter and order a whisky. "Here you go sir". I served him one and got the money. I could tell he wanted to say something but he just walked off. I put my head down to relax for a minute. I looked at at the clock as it read 11:00. Only a few more hours, I thought to myself. I looked around and there she was. The girl from earlier was a little closer but it seemed she was so far away. I couldn't stop looking at her. I knew I had to have her. My manager came in and said I could leave early if I wanted to. "Say less" I responded. He didn't have to tell me twice. I clocked out and exited through the back, which was where I had parked my car.
As I hopped back in the car, I saw the girl with some random dude. I felt annoyed but I also had felt drawn to the girl. I wanted her but I didn't know what to do. I didnt even know her but it felt like I needed her. She became my obession. Before I could help myself, I punched the guy and grabbed the girl. The guy got up but I kept punching him until he fell to the ground. I could tell he was knocked out. The girl was kicking and screaming, so I pulled out a plastic bag. I wrapped the bag around her head and saw as she grew weaker. Until she just stopped resisting. I put her in the back and froze. "Why would u do that?", I said to myself. I looked back at the girl not knowing my own feelings. I kept screaming "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck" over and over again. After a while of me doing that, I decided to take a deep breath. I smiled, knowing I had her. I drove up towards my house. I knew it was too late to reverse what I had done.
If I had the chance to reverse the wrong I had done, I would.
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Behind the Eyes of a Killer
Mystery / ThrillerAfter losing his wife, he felt a sense of lonliness. It all started when he came into work and saw a women. This women had looked like his wife. He was bound to have her. This very desire is what led him to do what he did. The sick twisted things th...
