The killer

Third murder

For my next victim, I chose a purple and green knee length skirt. I chose a green skin tight shirt, and topped it all off with a purple necklace. It wrapped around her neck twice.

I curled her long, probably fake, blonde hair. And painted her lips bright blood red.

For the song. I, even though I hate this song, had to do fancy by Iggy Azalea. Ew. It took me longer to do the lyrics that lime. Seeing as though I had to keep listening to it. Ew.

The body was fairly easy to carry into the stall. It probably only weighed 80 pounds.

For her position, I did something a little different. I put a note in her lifeless, cold, dead hands.

The note read:

Many more deaths to come.
That's a promise.
-the killer.

I had typed the note in huge font size. I had mentioned myself as 'the killer'. I also made a promise. Many more deaths to come.

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Sleeping is surprisingly easy. I know that some think that I must not ever sleep, because of the guilt building up inside.

Wrong.

The guilt actually isn't that bad. I believe that it isn't that bad because I know the reason that I kill. And it makes sense to me.

I know that I am a heartless person. Oops.

I really can't help it, I just don't like people in general. Especially Americans.

I know that it sounds bad (considering I'm American) but I do have a good reason:

Think about it this way.

We came to America, craving to get away from the rule of Britten. Ok. When we got here, we FORCED the Indians to leave the land that they loved, to go live somewhere else. We did this because we were spoiled rotten brats... just like my victims... and we always get what we want... just like my victims.

I'm getting sidetracked.

After we forced them away, we grew. This now bringing in to modern day. Everyone sucks. Anyway... what I think bothers me most is that, after all of that. We go and complain about illegal immigrants.

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The news of my third murder got out slowly. The corpse wasn't found until the students got there at 7:00. As for the note I had left, the police took it, and wouldn't tell the public what it said. Idiots.

My question for any cops listening, is why did they hide it? It was obvious that I what not going to stop at just one person. What difference would it make?

Oh, but the fourth murder, was not preformed without a bump...

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So there it is.

Oh and btw, cliffhanger.

Next chap. will prob. be out tomorrow.

Stay young and don't murder (there is no wattpad in jail)

-FERARDfangirl13