INSANE ⋆ Z.M (rewriting)

99 Problems

For the past few days, I have been overwhelmingly annoyed. I can't seem to keep myself entertained. Everything is boring me.

I figured after watching Chris bite the dust last week, I would have felt a little satisfaction somewhere in my mind. Which I did... but it wasn't enough. I want more.

I need more.

His death wasn't satisfying enough. I didn't get my hands on him. I didn't get to tell him why I was killing him.

I did enjoy watching him struggle and fight for air, but it was all too last minute. I couldn't have just stabbed the idiot. People could have seen. Then I would have had to kill all of the witnesses and I didn't have the energy for that right now.

I would have liked to get my hands around his neck, but it was too risky. Leaving him in the alley was risky, but there's no way I could be pinned for his murder.

Police had already announced they were opening a case for Chris' murder, but they didn't expect to find much due to the fact that the crime scene was at a bar, with hundreds of people in the building.

Sure, his autopsy came back with cause of death being a lethal dose of Arsenic. A very very high dose of Arsenic.

While a regular lethal dose usually causes death after 2 to 3 days, I slipped so much into each shot Chris took, it invaded his body and poisoned his organs... ultimately killing him in 2 hours.

But I didn't converse with anyone around me, I blended in, I didn't give anybody my name and there were so many people crowding around the bar that it could have been anyone.

But not me.

No, not me.

The loud ringing from my iPhone splits the quiet air and steals my thoughts away from my mind.

I look down at the name showcasing across my screen and I immediately roll my eyes.

Cam.

If this asshole doesn't stop calling me, I'm going to run him over.

I press decline, like I have about 30 times in the past 3 days.

Some people just cant get the message.

I don't want to hear from him. So I decline his calls. I don't want to speak with him. So I ignore his texts.

My phone chimes.

"I know you're ignoring me." Cam texts me.

What a genius.

I laugh and unlock my phone. I type out a reply just to entertain myself for the moment.

"No shit?" I text and hit send.

Immediately, another text from Cam drops onto the screen.

"I know what you did."

My brows furrow.

I read the message and sit very still. I stare at the text.

I know what you did.