Your worst Nightmare

Forgetful

I sat on to my bed, starring up at the cracked, old, concrete ceiling and drifted in thought. I was once again trying to find a reason behind what I do, but came to the same conclusion every time. There was no reason, I just loved it. Every little second was a free-fall, so much adrenalin but no outlet, other than screaming or laughing. The best part was the last few seconds, as strange as that sounds the exact moment when you see the light and life leave there dull eyes, there last pitiful breath. I'm addicted to killing, or rather the screams and blood that comes along with it. I smiled, taking a break from my thoughts, and reached for the plastic cup sitting on the floor with shaking hands. Downing the contents of the cup, I cursed, and decided to get some more tonight.

As I walked down the cold, December streets, I kept my eyes out for a hooker. I know what you're thinking, and it's not what you think. I finally found a clean-looking girl standing in an ally looking for 'work.' When I walked up however her sickly-sweet smile faded, and she grimaced at my approaching figure.

"You here for work? 'Cause I don't take well to competition." She said in a high-pitched nasally voice I already hated.

"No actually I'm here to hire." I stated, as I walked close enough to her to smell her breath, it smelt like alcohol, and mouthwash. As soon as the word hire left my lips her whole demeanor changed. I knew she would go with me as soon as she though money was involved, but I just needed my fix.

"Oh, I've never had a girl customer before." She paused, and pretended to think about her decision, before saying "Well why not, let's go." She started walking in the direction I came from like she knew where she was going. I smirked at her back as she walked ahead of me. I walked up behind her, and put a hand on her lower back to catch her, as I pulled out the syringe hidden in my pocket, and swiftly injected the contents in her side. She gasped, and collapsed in my arms just before she hit the ground, barely conscious, but breathing.

I carried her on my back all the way to the old industrial district, knowing that if anyone saw us they would assume I was just a good friend carrying a friend home after one too many drinks. Once I found a suitable building, and got inside, I dropped the girl on the concrete floor with a dull thud. The second she hit the ground she let out a low moan of pain, in her half-conscious state. While I waited for sleeping beauty to wake up I set about locking doors, barricading windows, and setting up my tools. I make sure she couldn't escape, it's not like I would let her anyways.

I was ripped from my thoughts by a loud crashing sound coming from where I left the girl. I sauntered over to see the whore curled up in a corner trying to look small, and unimportant. I walked up to her slowly, but the closer I got the more she tried to back away, regardless of the wall behind her.

"Come on out, I won't hurt you I promise." I was lying through my teeth but she bought it just like they always do. Slowly she climbed out of her little corner, using the wall for balance, due to the drugs still working through her system. She hesitated when I tried to help her away from the wall, but she eventually latched onto my arm like a scared child.

As I lead her to an old fold out chair I had found earlier, I noticed she was limping on her left side. I looked down at her leg expecting to see an injury from when I dropped her, but saw she was only missing one of her high-heels causing her to walk funny. A slight panic set in when I didn't see her other shoe at all in the room.

"What happened to your other shoe?" I asked the girl as we got to the chair.

"I... I don't know" she stuttered, "I woke up without it." She stated as she sat on the cold metal chair. At her words I lost it. I can't believe I left any evidence of her being in that ally at all.

"What?" I questioned my voice dangerously low.

"I told you I have no clue where it is ok!" she yelled at me. As she sat in the old chair trying to remember what happened to get her here, I paced in uneven circles around her; my thoughts racing. How could I be so stupid!? I was quickly getting angrier and more violent by the second.