Love=Death

First Time

'Connie' waited exactly 3 days before she called the boy. She was laying on her bed, her mother in the living room below, her 4 year old sister down the hall. Her bed was pink and orange floral print, her sheets the same. Her walls were covered in posters, of musicians, horror movies, and celebrities. Her purple carpet and baby blue walls made it homely. Her desk in the corner was next to her bookshelf which was mostly murder and mystery books and a lot of serial killers biographies. Her fish of the week was on her dresser, a blue beta in a round jar. 

'Connie' picked up her wall phone and dialed the boy's number. He picked up after the second ring.

"What do you need?"

"Are you free tomorrow?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Yeah, why?"

"Meet me at mall at 4." she giggled and hung up the phone.

After it hung up she made a disgusted face. She hated giggling. It was a sign of being human. Which she despised. At least it was Friday, so she got to do one of her favourite things. She walked over to the fish bowl, she had named this fish Conor. She reached her hand in the jar and scooped up the fish. It was slimy and wet, she now also had a handful of water. She tilted her hand and put most of the water back. She then watched as the fish started flopping, gasping. Right before she saw the light leave its eyes, she swiftly brought her hand into a tight fist. After she felt the heart stop beating, as it was now crushed out of the beta's body on her middle finger, she opened her hand and studied it. After 20 seconds she became bored of it and threw the mutilated carcass in the trash. 

'Connie' then jumped into bed, snuggled against her pillow, and fell into a deep sleep with a smile on her face.

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She awoke the next morning at exactly 12:24, same time, every weekend. She sat up, yawned, and rubbed her eyes. Today was the day! She was so excited! 'Connie' ran downstairs to grab a bowl of cereal. Her sister and mom were at the grocery store probably. She quickly ate her cereal and ran back upstairs to take a shower.

She stripped and on instinct went to look in her mirror. She had covered it up with a sheet though. She couldn't stand her appearance, she couldn't stand anyone's appearance for that matter. She climbed in wincing as the hot water stung the cuts covering her stomach, thighs, and arms. But then she smiled, knowing she had caused herself pain. 

After her one hour long shower she stepped out and grabbed a fluffy pink towel and enveloped herself in it. She slowly made her way to her room and stopped in front of her dresser where she picked out a yellow and blue sundress. She put it on then picked up an old Stephen King book on her shelf and laid down on her bed to read until it was time.

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'Connie' glances up at the clock, it was exactly 3:50. She sat up and walked back to her bathroom. When there she took out her eyeliner, lipstick, and eyeshadow. She quickly applied it all with a swift steady hand. She looked in the mirror to look at her work. Perfectly symmetrical. 'Connie' smiled and started her way downstairs. Trailing her fingers down the wall as she walked. She locked the door behind her and started her way to the mall. As she walked she had a skip in her step, she kept thinking of how this was going to happen. Hopefully he will be willing.

After the ten minute walk to the mall she finally made it to the benches at the front entrance. There he was, in all his glory. He smiled when he saw her and she decided she was too excited, she was going to be bold and move this quicker.

"Hi Conn-"

Conor was cut off as she attached her lips to his. He immediately melted into the kiss resting his hands on her hips. She pulled away.

"Wanna take this to my house?"

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He drove them to her house, by the tent in his pants, she decided this was going well. The second they made it through the door she turned and slammed him against the door attacking his neck with her lips and teeth. She then grabbed his hand and dragged him to her room. He tripped coming up the stairs and she had to catch him. 

Once in her room she shoved him onto the bed and looked over him. She began to twirl her hair around her index finger and bite her lip. Conor shuddered and leapt up and grabbed her by the waist bringing her down on him. She brought her lips to his neck and began to pepper him in kisses trailing to his collarbone, his eyes were closed and his head hung back, she knew this was the time. Her first time. She smiled. And reached under her bed and grabbed a knife, replacing her lips with the cold, hard metal, slitting his throat.