Make Me Better

Justin
It was a normal day, birds singing, children playing. Couples holding hands, friends joking around. What a beautiful sight, it all felt alright. Like the world is all about happiness for once in its life.
But I'm not.
It's been now two months since that pig called Michael didn't give me my money. And now, it's time for taking it myself. I smirk as I left my window and jogged to my closet.

I wore my black shirt and put my favorite knife in my back pocket. After slipping on my vans, I was ready to go. I went to my black Ford car and hopped inside, putting the key and switched it on causing the engine to roar to life. Then I sped off. Thinking of ways and ways to make that fucker pay for making me wait. He knows how an impatient man I can get. But he seems to forgot, too bad, I don't give a damn.

I reached the familiar old small house and got off the car. Taking long strides to the front door. I pressed the bell and waited for him to open. It took five minutes, before he finally did. And by the facial expression he had on when he saw me, I don't think he was happy to see me. "Aren't you going to invite me in, Michael?"

Stupid old man, show him that he messed with the wrong person Justin.

He gulped before letting out a cracked, nervous chuckle making his destroyed teeth to show. This man sure deserve to die. "Sure sure sure! Justin, my man. You didn't have to think like that." He stepped out the way and opened the door wider. And I went straight to the living room. I sat on the sofa, and saw him walking slowly to the couch across from me. "Where's my money?" I asked once he sat down.

The old guy was literally trembling. "I um, I have just half of it right now. But if you give me more t-" he was cut off by the gun aiming right to his head, a gun I was holding. "I really hope you won't say the same bullshit every time I ask for my money, because Michael, my man. I honestly got tired of it" I glared at him. "please, just one more week. I swear you'll have- FUCK!" A piercing scream was out of his mouth, echoed throughout his lonely, nasty house.

Good job buddy, he deserved it.

He deserves to die too, kill him.

"YOU BASTARD, I SAID JUST ONE MORE WEEK. COULDN'T YOU WAIT FOR ONLY A WEEK?!"
"No I won't wait for a week, BECAUSE I ALREADY WAITED TWO FUCKING MONTHS!" I snapped. I've had enough of his stupid, manipulating and disgusting self. standing up and walking to him. He was on the floor, clutching his injured foot and hissing harshly. "Now, if you did what you were told to do you wouldn't be in this mess." I chuckled at him. He was pathetic. And I'm gonna teach him a lesson for messing with me.
I pulled out my knife, grabbed his head. Then I slit his throat. I let go of his dead body, hitting the wooden floor with a heavy thud. And I took a look at myself.

That's my boy.

I was smeared in blood everywhere. I closed my eyes and took in the smell of the metallic substance. It's been so long. I really missed having my blood mess. I licked my lips and pulled out my phone, then took a picture of my hand made art.

...

I walked out of the shower, cleaned up and fresh. I walked to my window and stare at my dark, now empty neighborhood. It's one in the morning, everyone must be asleep. I continued to dry my hair with the towel as I zoned out.
I let out a yawn, snapping me back to reality. Making me turning on my heels, ready to collapse on my bed. But my doorbell stopped me.

I narrowed my eyebrows in annoyance, i had no deals today, so who would nock my door at two in the morning? I sighed and shook my head, looking out the window once more, a petite figure, with long dark hair was standing on my house's porch . It was a girl. Who seems unfamiliar. with a slight hesitation, I went to my closet and wore my sweatpants and jogged downstairs. the doorbell goes on once more and I jogged faster.
I slowed down when I reached my front door. I opened the door and looked down at the beautiful teen girl in front of me. She was wearing an expensive looking black dress. A one that you can't find anywhere but in these stupid brand stores. Differently not a whore.