Heartless Murderer

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"What do you think about me now?" I ask to Iris as everyone else left the room, she slowly glances at me.

"I just think you're confused. Aren't you?"

"I don't even know anymore Iris, I just- I feel like a bad bad person" I sigh, Liz walks closer and sits next to me.


"It can happen to lose your temper" he sweetly says,

"It's not only this time, you know"


"What are you talking about?" Iris asks,

"How many people have you killed till now?" Liz softly whispers.

"I, I don't know. I kinda lost the count" I say covering my face.


"I bet there's not even a time you did it because you were 100% willing to do so" he says again, I let out a sigh.

"Well, I killed 2 or 3 people for helping March, another one while in a trance mode, my uncle and that psychiatrist"

"Did you wanted to kill that doctor guy?" he asks, I glance up at him.

"I felt kinda forced. But I did wanted to kill my uncle" I say with a broken tone looking down at my feet, nervously playing with my thumbs.



"Do you know what that makes you?" Iris asks,

"An Heartless Murderer" I spat.


"A young confused girl" she corrects me, I look at her in confusion,

"That's no excuse for me to kill people"

"Maybe. But you can't deny you are"


"I agree" Liz quietly says, "You're a young girl who's just now entering her 20s. You don't know what you wanna do for your future, and, don't we forget, you're in love in an unusual kind of guy"




I slowly stand up and reach room 67.

That's where I can stay for the night, Iris told me.

Only one night, I precised.


Rocky will be leaving in the morning so our dorm is a mess of clothes, shoes and backpacks.

We said our goodbyes early this afternoon, I'm really gonna miss him.



I didn't decide yet in which hotel I'm gonna check in while Christmas though.

All I know is that I'd better find one as soon as possible cause the prices are fastly going up day by day.

Christmas is expansive, in every way.




I slowly reach the shower box and slip in.

Hot water starts pouring down on my cold skin, I love this feeling.

I let out a sigh, I can't explain how this relaxes and calms me.

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