Crimson dressing

How to kill chapter 1 page 2

   It's funny how people are around at the wrong time when I strike. Just to make sure I tilt my head back still seeing the girls lifeless , cold and limp body resting next to the cold and rusted trash can that holds a stench of alcohol.

  I sigh and place the cancer stick back in my mouth. It's end still charred from
the warm flames of my lighter. I take a deep breath and consume the smoke and puff it out and see it dance in the wind and soon flow away.

  I tap the cigarette and let the white , crumble and burnt pieces fall on the cold pavement. I place it back in my mouth and continue my walk down the  sidewalk. From the back I hear a woman shriek and yelled in a hoarse yet fragile tone

"SOME BODY CALL THE AMBULANCE AND COME OVER HERE."

People rush over all slamming 911 on
their phones. Should I act concerned so people wouldn't notice? But here everybody knows me! Shit! I thought. I grumbled and looked back at the scene . I tugged all of my showing hair in my grey hood.

Soon enough those obnoxious sirens and beeps were echoing and rigging in my ears. Should I run? No that will cause attention. I thought. Medics came out of the trucks and cops came out of the police cars investigating every pits and pieces of the scene.

Soon enough people shouted a suspect
Me

"The cold little girl did this!" A woman with a high pitched voice shouted.

" This is her style of killing! That woman is sick!" A man shouted

Yeses and i agrees we're heard from the other bystanders. Then it happened. A little girl yelled

" who is that over there." She said with her chubby finger pointing towards me.
Everyone's head snapped at my direction. Their eyes widened in disbelief as people started to run and police men got their guns out aiming towards me.

Shit...