The next morning I woke up my hoodie was covered in blood and I knew then last night wasn't just a dream. " Henry ?, sweet heart are you up?" My mom asked as she knocked on my door I sat on my bed in complete shock about what I did and but soon responded to my mother's voice. " yeah I'll be right down give me a second." I yelled back as i took of bloody sweat shirt and pants and put them in an old gym bag i had because truth be told i hadn't used it in years.
I stood in my shower and flashed back to last night the complete fear in that woman's eyes when my knife went inside her and at that moment I was god because i held her life in my grasp and then that thought completely went away when Farrah and how beautiful i thought her to be and how i wanted to tell her what i had done but a part of me wanted to keep that secret because i didn't want to scare her off.
When i got out the shower i looked at myself in the mirror and noticed the complete absence of humanity in my eyes i guess you lose a part of yourself once you kill another human being.
" nice of you to join us." My dad said to me as i pulled out my chair at the table. i ignored him and waited for my mom to hand me my breakfast. " how do handle being such a weak kid son?" My father asked me, I looked at him and thought could someone weak kill someone and not feel any kind of Remorse I gripped the knife on the table and thought how easy it would be to stab him in the throat because that's how i felt when ever he dehumanized me whenever i had something to say. " i'm not weak leave me alone." I said loudly to him he just smirked and i asked him what was funny. " you , all you do is sit up in that disgusting room of yours and not do anything with your life you have no friends, no girlfriend do me and your mother a favor and take yourself out henry because i didn't want you in the first place." I lost my shit when he said that and jumped at him and started punching him in his face yelling who was weak now and that i didn't ask for this shitty existence this explosion of rage was new as well. My mother pulled me off of him and told me go to school i grabbed my bag and left the house and went to school.
My knuckles were stinging terribly but i enjoyed it because i finally stood up to my father. " hey killer." I heard a girls voice say from behind me it was Farrah. " Jesus what happened to your knuckles?" She said grabbing my hands inside hers i stared at her as she observed my wounds. " what ?" She asked with a smile that made me do the same. "Nothing just your just really pretty." She looked at me with her eyes her lovely eyes that was a temporary humanity for me " do you want to go to school today?" I didn't mind blowing it off because I was gonna be with her.
We went to our building and talked about our usual subjects then Farrah brought up something she saw on the news. " did you hear about that old woman that got cut up last night?" I took awhile to answer but i said yeah I don't know maybe she suspected me or something but she looked at me and bit her bottom lip and asked me what did i think about it. " well the killer is a sadist he killed just for sport , for the thrill he has no kind of humanity in him for randomly killing this old woman." Farrah grinned and asked " so why'd you do it then?" My face lit up and I was confused " what..what do you mean?" I stammered farrah laughed and said " come on you have i just murdered someone written all over your face don't worry I'm not gonna tell on you." I sighed and asked did she know all a long even when she came up to me this morning, " how'd that feel? Killing someone." She asked i chuckled and said " I know how god feels every 30 seconds when he kills someone." She was intrigued I could tell by how she was looking at me and seconds later she was crawling to me getting close to me looking into my eyes. " Don't get lost in the thrill of the kill killer." She was an inch away from me i could just extend my neck to kiss her. "Do it i can see it in your face you want to kiss me." I extended my neck and pecked her lips and then she grabbed my head and we started kissing aggressively...maybe it was the idea of being with a killer or maybe she did like me i didn't care at all.
