One Page Stories.

Pounding Heart. (shorter than normal)

As you sat in your room you could hear a pounding from the wall. You lived in a small apartment building but there was nothing small about yours, your leather couch or your kitchen that had a full stocked bar, or how about your bathroom with the bathtub big enough to have a party in? You had almost everything that you could need. You yourself had a well paying job, money to burn, plenty of friends and everything that you could ever want. Your name was something that you never could remember so you gave yourself a name. Something that you would soon regret since your name was something only police would say if they dared. It was rare if they did, but they only did if they had a reason to arrest you. You were pacing in your apartment waiting for your dinner to eat up in the oven. You had a girl over earlier but she never left tonight, she would never leave. You had smashed her skull in with a hammer and hid her in the broom closet where you almost never go unless you need a broom to sweep up garbage or some little metal bits. You had a bite mark on the side of your neck from the small.. Accident.. That you had with the girl but decided to not bother rebandaging it, even though it was a little deeper than it seemed. You had been bleeding and blood was splashed all over the mirror, the table and the sink. As you looked at yourself, all you could see was the splattered blood of yours and the girls, there was a smudged heart drawn from the blood but you hadn't put it there. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, all that you could see was the reflection shining in your eyes, the girl standing behind you with what seemed like bleach running out of her mouth and a smashed in skull. She smirked and twisted the hammer she had in her hand, she raised it to your head and before you could do or say anything, it all. Went. Black.