The Diary Of A Serial Killer

Day 1

April, 22

Today was a total shit. My mate was caught and this sent me over the edge. There was only one way to calm down and it was to kill someone. I was lucky. I saw that girl at the parking and I knew she was the one.

Her voice begging me not to do it was still in my head. She had long, red hair and green eyes. She wasn't very tall but she was quite fit. She even made an attempt to struggle but it only made it worse for her. The fact that she fought back made me furious. For christ's sake she even slapped me. This took me out of my skin.

My mind lost contol over my body. This happens only when I'm too angry. I become someone else. It's like something else gets in my body and does things even if I'm against it. Usually I don't remember anything when I come back to my normal state.

I took the knife from my pocket and stabbed her in the stomach. I keep seeing her face in my mind . Her eyes wide from shock. Any sign for life already gone. I remember the sound she made when the knife went into her body. It was if something hitched in her throat and at the same time she tried to take in one last breath.

I stabbed her one more and felt her body become cold. Her blood was everywhere - on my tank top, on her clothes, on the walls, on the floor...

I wonder what she felt. Of course she was afraid. Hell fear was written across her face. But what she felt when I stabbed her? Maybe she felt some kind of relief that this will end. I could only guess. What was running through her head during all the time? Maybe she was hoping that I would spare her and she would be back to her normal life again. But no her wishes didn't come true.

On the way home people were looking strangely at me. But hell if I saw someone walking on the streets like nothing with blood on his clother, I would like at him the same way they were all looking at me. All I wanted was to yell at them something like: 'What? You haven't seen a human walk the street with blood on his clothes?'

But now I see how stupid I would have been if I had done it. I start to ask myself if someone had called police and described me. It was a crime to kill people but it definitely wasn't a crime to walk the streets with bloody clothes.

Well I shouldn't worry about this from now. It was just a few hours. I bet they won't find her until tomorrow. It's very rare to kill when it's early. I mean that I always kill during the night and usually after midnight. It was only 4 pm when I killed Mrs. Redhead. But everything that happend was what pushed me to do it.

This week seems to make everything go wrong. At the bar last night I got in a fight with an old man who thought it was good for me to tell me what to do. This only led him to the hospital with a broken nose, broken rib and a few bruises here and there. Even I have bruises but I'm not in hospital. I will go to the bar again tonight. Drinking was always a thing to make me forget everything.

I guess tonight I will have the night off...