Rain trickled down from the dark sky forming large puddles on the asphalt, the sky would groan loudly with thunder rumbling around the dark clouds and occasionally it would light up from lightening. My shaggy black hair was plastered uncomfortably on my brow from the rain, the long strands uncurled from the water as they clung to my bare forehead mixing with the sweat already there. Reaching out with trembling hands I gripped the ripped fabric of the sweater in my lap, it was soggy with crusted blood and in some areas it had gnarled chunks of flesh hanging by a thread.
My Adams apple bobbed as I swallowed the big lump of saliva that formed in my mouth threatening to go down my throat if I didn't swallow. My gums ached in my mouth as those sharp teeth peaked out just enough to be called fangs, my mouth was grimy with a gross metallic taste coating my tongue and there was blood seeping from my open lips dripping onto my clenched fists. I knew it wasn't my own blood. I could feel a slight headache starting to take form behind my eyes as I stared at the gruesome scene in front of me. Heart thudding behind my rib cage, blood rushing in my ears, and that stark copper and ash smell assaulting my nose. She lay on the asphalt in front of me, her long limbs were in wrong angles and slightly arched in some places. That once luscious blonde hair was now a dark brown from the unrelenting rain as it clung to her ashen skin, and her once perfect makeup was smeared terribly. Small button nose, high cheekbones, perfectly trimmed eyebrows, and those full plump lips were now covered in grime and crusted blood and most likely sweat.
Those baby blues were now a ghoulish grey as they stared at me never blinking, stuck and dead. The rain drops pounced off those once beautiful eyes making a shudder wrack my body in a terrible wave. Her long black mascara coated lashes were leaving dark lines down her cheeks as the rain washed them clean, and those red ruby lips were now a gross slimy pink from the struggle. My knees were aching and there was a tingle like needles were pricking my heels, I had been sitting still in one position for so long that my legs were beginning to stiffen up and go numb, but I couldn't find it in myself to get up. I did find some sort of energy in me to let go of the fabric in my lap and reach for her once dainty manicured hand, but as our hands connected into an embrace pure terror slithered its way down my spine and I could feel the cold air lap at my bare arms giving me goose flesh. Her body was so cold and stiff with rigor mortis. Hot tears pricked my eyes as a few trickled down my tanned face and I could taste the salty tears as they slipped into my open mouth.
How did everything go so wrong in such a short time? Why was my best friend, my favorite human being, and the love of my life lying lifeless just a few feet in front of me? I don't even remember coming out to this deserted football stadium and I sure as hell didn't even know what day or time it was. I also don't remember killing her or even thinking of doing such a horrid act to her. All I do remember is going to a nice quiet candle lit dinner with her, holding her warm hand in mine as we walked down main street to a nice bar to get a drink or two before we made our way into a heated kiss, then our naked bodies mingling together within those motel sheets. Her bare breasts pressed against my toned chest, those manicured nails scraping down my back as I thrusted into her, and those sweet groin tingling moans that escaped her lips as we climaxed together. But after that I don't remember a thing. Where did it all go wrong.
I blinked my eyes a few times to clear the rest of my tears and quickly rubbed my face with the back of my hand roughly. I could feel the almost dry crusted blood smear and scratch my skin, but I couldn't dwell on that as I stared at her mangled body. Her snug dress was now torn in places so the wounds could allow her organs to peek through and try to slip out. I could also see some fractured bones protruding from her shin splintering at the ends. I still gripped her hand even if it was stiff and colder than the rain, it gave me some comfort to be with her even if she was long gone. The rain had somehow done a wonderful job of cleaning away the massive amounts of blood on her, but it didn't do a good job at cleaning the scene. That thin neck of hers was covered in dark bruises as if taunting me that I had choked her at some point. Her cheap pearl necklace was scattered all around her as the chain still slightly clung to her skin around her collarbone. I remember her showing me her that necklace, it was the most expensive jewelry she owned and she loved it a lot like it was apart of her. Those matching pearl earrings were god knows where but they definitely weren't on her earlobes anymore, hell even her right ear was hanging off her head in that tangled bloody hair of hers. Her once perfect body and face was now a total mess, broken and mangled.
