Searching For Our Darkness

My Secrets We Keep

"What have I told you time and time again?" She stared at me with anger boiling off her face. "I know, but I couldn't help it!" I screamed. I was getting tired of her constant nagging and scolding. "Look at you, Liam! You're a mess!" "Just worry about yourself, Becca!" I recoiled as I wiped the blood off my hands on to my red and black flannel shirt.

"One of these days you're not going to be wiping their blood off your hands. It will be yours," She proclaimed as she marched out of my now crime scene to the other room where the party was. I signed knowing that, maybe someday, she'll be right. Becca has been my best friend since we were two and I would never hurt her, but the feeling, the rush, that I get can be overwhelming if I don't kill. I just don't want it to be her blood on my hands.

I saw my chance to lessen my itch of the kill and I took it. I looked down at the two lovers. They were in the middle of doing it, so their faces were quite funny at the moment. At least the poor saps got to go out with a bang, literally. Of course, they looked familiar to me because they were one of those constant makeout couple in the halls that are really annoying. I can't get to my locker sometime because of them. So, it's kind of a win win to everyone, there's two less parasites in our school. I pulled the kitchen knife out of her bare chest. My gloves were soaked with their blood. It was beautiful to think that both of their blood were together as, they were, one. The music was still blaring through the house. There has been no witnesses with the party still bumping. Now, I have to clean up my mess. I wouldn't be a very good serial killer if I didn't.

I mean, I have been doing this since freshman year, so I can't just start being careless now, can I. Besides all of the bodies that I have buried over the last four year would put me in prison for a long time. Which would mean 'no Becca'. She had promised me since she found out that if I get put in prison I will never see her again. It's weird to say this, but I feel like she is the only one who gets me and for some reason she has said nothing to anyone about my bad habits. I was surprised to find out how calm she was about this when she saw my tenth victim dying in my hands. I guest she just can't help to protect me and her secrets that I keep.