I wake up, and repeat my daily ritual. Collect rats from the traps, take them to the altar, and spill their guts. Nothing happens, per usual. I walk downstairs and instead of getting breakfast continue walking to the basement. I smile as I gaze upon my newest sacrifices... the sick, hormone powered animals called teens. I watch the latest couple flail as I grab my knife off the table. I raise the blade, stained by my last victims, preparing to bring it down. There will be blood.
EARLIER
I look out the window, watching the earliest students walk by my window. I stretch once more before getting up and starting to get ready for school. I lazily pull a hoodie on over the black t-shirt I fell asleep in, looking at the jeans I'm wearing. They're decent. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and walk downstairs, waving to my roommate as I leave the house. I hesitate in the doorway and turn around, grabbing an apple off the counter before walking out again.
