He had a glaze in his eyes as he dragged her into the dark forest. The leaves rustled under her auburn hair and her skinny, 5 foot body. All you can hear are the mumbles of help under the tape over her pink lips. He couldnt hear that though. All he can hear is the voices in his head speaking all at once, telling him to kill the girl. Kill her. Kill Her. Then, the scene flashed in his head. He was a little boy, about 7, in front of that class. Trying to recite that poem he tried to hard to memorize. It was an agonizing process, for all the voices in his head said the poem all at once, jumbled into a sea of thoughts. His schizophrenia was controlling him and his life. Failed relationships. Failed job opportunities. Failed everything.
He reached the middle of the woods and rested the girl on the soft, crumbly leaves. The grass tickled her pale skin. She rambled back and forth, trying to break free from the tape and the rope on her ankles. He didn't care. He was just annoyed with life. This girl broke his heart. His life. He took out the shiny knife from his pocket. The shiny blade shone in the vibrant moonlight. He held the handle firmly in his hand, with his wrinkly hands enveloping the wooden handle, with the name of some kitchen company engraved deeply in the rich oak. He had the weapon to commit this savage act of murder. His first killing. Maybe not his last.
His name was Emerssen Walker. Margaret was staring at him with anger, hate, and surprise. Why would he do this to her? She simply said she needed time alone and away from this monster disguised in a beard. He didnt want to dwell on these thoughts. He lifted up her shirt, revealing the firm stomach of an athlete. The blade touched her belly button, and without hesitation, rammed deep inside her stomach, revealing blood, and the tears of the man on her stomach. She screamed and fell limp. She was dead, yet he stabbed her again. And Again. And again. Blood was scattering over his polo shirt, his jeans, her pink dress, and the brown leaves carpeting the forest floor. He slashed her stomach once more, with it covered in the blood and tears he unknowingly shed, and left. Leaving her rotting body in the midst of no where. His deed was done
