story ingredients: blood, violence, strong language, random jokes, love, cuddles, kisses and lemonade ^^
Just stuff my brain comes up with when I'm trying to sleep.
"Please stop! It hurts so bad!" I ignored the young males pleading and continued to pull his arm from his body. Tell me about it. I sure hurts to lose something you can't get back. The arm came off with one last tug followed by a blood curling scream. I pushed him to the ground and threw his arm somewhere into the bushes. I look down and watch the blood form a little puddle. A sad sigh escapes my lungs. You know something is wrong when even the sight of fresh blood can't cheer you up. It was the same when I killed his friends (3 dudes and4 girls). No matter how creative I got with the kills, it didn't change anything. I'm tired, sad and miserable. I haven't slept in days and my sleep deprived brain is starting to play tricks on me. I see her in different places. In the woods, at the cabins, on the dock and in my house. I sigh again. I wish those hallucinations were real.
While I was lost in my thoughts the boy slowly crawled away. I heard his moaning, looked up and shook my head. Now that's just sad. He really thinks he has a chance. I walk up behind him, towering over his poor excuse of a body so he could see my shadow. He didn't dare look back but speed up his crawling pace. How should I end your existence? Cut your head off? No to quick. Wrap you in a sleeping bag and smash you against a tree? Ha! As if I would ever do something ridiculous like that. Ah, I know! I walked a few feet up before him and dragged my foot through the dirt several times to make some lines. He stopped for a moment and watched me with a scared and confused look. I came back and stabbed him in his left leg. He whimpered and continued his"escape". I then searched a comfortable spot, sat down and watched the whole scene. It wasn't really fancy, but I decided to simply let him bleed to death. Not without a little twist though. For every line he crosses I'll make myself an extra bacon pancake in the morning. I grin under my mask. If this doesn't cheer me up, then I don't know what will.
Three lines later, the young guy exhaled his last breath. Kinda disappointing. Well three is better than nothing. I pick up the bleeding meat bag and throw him over my shoulder. On my way to the fire pit, where I burn most intruders, I notice something in the corner of my eye. I stop and turn my head. It was the shimmering reflection of the sunlight on the water surface. Should I? ...Why not. I've spend at least 8 hours observing and killing those teens, I deserve a break. I sit down on a nearby log and let the corpse slide down my arm. I watched the water for a few minutes and took in all it's beauty. Although I drowned in it, I came to appreciate it's presence. The lake had a calming effect on me. Just like her ...
No! Not that again! I stood up. I need to keep myself busy. I turned and dripped over the body. I face planted and groaned in annoyance, which was mostly muffled by the dirt. I lift up my head and glare at the corpse. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear that bastard had a smug expression on his face. I stood back up and kicked it.
After I was done burning the corpses, I returned home. I unconsciously went into the living room and sat in my armchair. It took me a few moments to realize where I was. I sigh. It's not the first time that I ended up here. I keep staring at the couch as if this would bring her back. She's gone forever. I close my eyes and mentally slap myself for letting her go. I should have kept her hostage dammit! Nothing I can change now. I lean forward, grab the blanket she slept in and look at it. It hurts thinking about her (Actually quite literal. I got to a point where I was so distracted that I even stepped in one of my own bear traps.) and it hurts not too. All my thoughts circle around her ... the one I couldn't kill and the only one that smiled at me except for mother. I can't deny it anymore...I miss her. I throw the blanket over my head and close my eyes. A slight scent of her was still trapped in the fabric. I breathed slowly, cherishing the only proof that the she has actually been here. I want her back.
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AN:
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