Diary of a psycho

January,1 (countinued)

I go to the mall, where innocent females ponder about what to buy. I feel as if I can't move at all I'm stuck, something is telling me to go into Victoria secret and there I see the angel who owns my heart. Silky dark black hair with piercing green, bright eyes. I go up and pretend I'm interested in buying a bra for my girlfriend.

"Hi, I'm interested in buying this bra how much is it?"

"Hi sir, a bra? R u sure?"

"Yes, it's for my girlfriend's birthday"

She laughed, "of course"

I returned a giggle, I want to grab her right now but I can't I have to take it slow. This has to be perfect.

"Can you ring me up I think this is a good bra?"

"Is that in her size?" She says

"I think so" I say shakily

"Okay well that doesn't sound too trusty" she complained. "I'm gonna go get some extras in the back"

Perfect, I feel my pulse rise as I follow her with out her knowing throughout the store until we reach the storage room. Looking at her graceful head full of satin beautiful hair. It looks like it's riding the air and shining, glowing. I count, counting helps me cope. When I get to 10 I grab her neck while putting my hands on her mouth so she won't Yelp. I set her down easy as the medicine I dosed her with, sets in. I look at her arms to tie her up but something started a fire with In me. My heart is racing, my mind goes blank. I come across slits engraved in her arms. Drawn on her with a blade, she cuts. No! No no no no. She isn't perfect she is ruined, broken I need to find a new one. I reach in her pocket to find a razor blade, I take it and slice her arm in anger. Then I leave, leaving her arm exposed and when she wakes up she will be confused and never remember anything that happened today. I sit at the lounging area and wait for another angel to take my heart again.