Deep

The Succeeded Second

I had my list. I had my name. And I had just found my person. I needed him. I needed him in the ground. And so I started. Me and him were almost there. I had asked him to show me his bathroom. I walked right up to his house. He was alone. I then knocked three polite raps. He was my father's go-to man. Right after he left my family he went here. He then opened the red door, and I saw the couch my father sat at. After I asked what I needed to, we started off to the right and took a left. The I pulled on my skirt. One tug after another and it fell to floor. He asked what I was doing. I said I was sent for you. A present from a friend is all they told me to say. And he let me do my work. I went on unbuttoning my blazer, then was my top. It had a zipper in the back so i asked him if he could unzip it. I turn my back to him and his cold shaking fingers unzipped it. The shoulder strings hung loose on my collarbone, so I slowly shrugged and that fell too. Then I reached up and grabbed the hand gun that sat softly against my two breasts. Keeping it pressed to my stomach, I turned ever so slow. I made sure not to startle him, then as soon as he saw the gun I saw the anger in his eye. He started yelling threats and questions relating to who sent me. And slowly I told him that everything was going to be alright. 

"No one sent me. You are on my path and I'm gonna carve you up."

Then with one hand holding the gun pointed at his head the other hand was slipping a black glove on. I then switched hands on the gun and I did the same to the other hand. He had started scooting toward the door so I had him stand and move into the bathroom. The window was tinted and all I had to do was lock the door behind me. After that was done he started saying things like, "your just a sweet little girl", and everything under the moon. I took the knife out of the strap that was sitting right on my hip. My panties strap had hid it. I saw the horror in his eyes. As if he just realized he might just get hurt. 

"Turn around, step in the shower and put your arms out, hands facing me."

He did as he was told with two swift motions I slit his wrists. As I slipped the knife into his rough skin I felt the blade cut through his veins. It felt like a slight tug. And then I took a step back and took a deep breath in to smell in the metallic draft that started to fill the room. I looked under the sink and found an air freshener that I used to spray the bathroom. I looked down to find that no blood got on me. Feeling relieved I put the knife down on the tub rim and stepped out of the room. After slipping my clothes on I locked the handle from the inside and shut the door. I then pulled my gloves off and shoved them into my bra. Feeling extremely satisfied I walked out to the road, turned left and followed it down to my car. The I got in and drove home. Ready to cross a name off my list.