The voices

The new begining.

Society has mad a bad image of murder. But is it really all that bad? Your just getting ahead of everyone else by ridding the bad guys. But no one sees it that way. I have brought home 4 children. And each have been killed. "No one his like her!!" the voices seemed to continue. " you won't find another one. She's the only one". Hell yes she was. She's the only one who's gotten away. The only one I thought could love me. And she will pay the price for leaving my side. I slowly mope back to my room where I play with all the little things of her  I still have. Her tooth brush, hair brush, some unmatched socks she left, and her old almost fully flat basket ball. Anything I find. I read. Or see just reminds me of her . " why would she leave me? Why? What did I do?" This has repeated through my head 1345 times. I have been counting. Seeing how many times I fail to answer it. And so far it's been to many to bare. Suddenly I see something dart across the yard. I run to the window. But it's to late. " I swore that was her?" I whisper to myself
" shut up. It's just your thoughts again. Let it go" the voice screamed. So I do. Hoping he's right. I walk away and hear something slight. I brush it away like its nothing because he told me to. Everyday since she disappeared I feel like i can see her every where. And it kills me from th inside out. All the children I've found and brought home, have reminded me of her in some way. Her soft hair. Her little nose. Her petite body structure. Her bubbly personality. But none. None have had her eyes. Those are what make her  who she is. Or was. And they are unforgettable. I miss her so much. Before Long I realize someone is knocking on the door. I break out of my daze and run down stares. Is Megan. My next door neighbor. She's so sweet. I swing open the door a little too excitedly.
" yes dear? How long have you been knocking?" I ask. Trying to make conversation.
" almost 5 whole minutes." She states slightly annoyed.
" I am so sorry my lovely. Please forgive me. I was... I'm the shower. " I lie. Then I feel bad.... I hate lieing to her.
"Yeah ok. What ever. So... I was wondering. Uh... Do you wanna uh.... Maybe hang out with me today?" She stuttered. Me and her have kinda liked eachother for a long time now. She sort of knows the way I've felt. But it's complicated. But it's not like I matters. There's no way she could like someone like me. If she knew she would never talk to me again... I have already taken to long to answer. She's getting confused.
" y-yes I love to!" I say slightly over excited. "What would you like to do?"
She answers quite excitedly, " well I was wondering if you wanted to go shopping! And maybe see a movie? Get some lunch? It whatever..." She says sheepishly toward the end. Thinking she was to much. I step closer and lift her face to look at me. I'm about to do something I've never thought of. And I can see in her eyes she anxious and afraid. I lower my head to hers. Closing my eyes as my lips meet hers softly. But before I can enjoy it I pull away quickly in shock at my own actions.
" I am so so sorry. I didn't think-" I'm stopped by her hands around my neck hugging me.
" I have always hoped you felt the same." She whispers very quietly.
" I guess I always have" I manage through her soft thick hair in me mouth. " I just didn't know." I pull back and kiss her again. Finally knowing.