Charming

Chapter 1 ('G')

OUT of all the charms, the fondest memory and most special one was the letter G to Quinn.

A smile graced her lips, she was so young back there but still to this day she couldn't forget the giddiness and tingling sensation she felt of her very first kill.

Even thinking about it sent a wave of pleasure and her heart racing. She wished she had the power to relive that day again and again. But she had something close to it for her to relieve that particular day.

A diary. Old and worn out with splatters of unknown stains, she open it up with waves of adrenaline coursing throughout her entire body.

Reading in the dim lights of her hotel bedroom.

Sunday afternoon one clock. 23•05•14

Today, I was left alone to watch TV by myself while mum and dad decide to go on a lunch date. Again. I don't know why they try to rekindle their love, when it was clearly over.

Whatever I didn't care, anyway today was the day that I felt the happiest. Let me explain.

I was watching Tom and Jerry, whereas usually Jerry was getting the best out of Tom and hitting Tom on the head with a baseball bat that made his eyes pop right out of his head.

When, I had a curious thought. Would that happen in real life? So, with I was bounding up the stairs to my room.

There I spotted Graham, his little legs pumping as he run around the green wheel, little squeaks and the whirl of the wheels that only sound in the room.

Stepping closer, my heart was becoming painfully faster that even my hand started to shake. It certainly wasn't fear though it was a foreign feeling to me.

But, I picked up a paintbrush and open the caged. Where, Graham spotting me with experience of pulling his hair, setting him on fire and squeezing him to death had sent him traumatize and running to hide somewhere.

Though he was clearly visible, so I really don't know what the aim was there. I easily picked him up and put him down.

His loud squeals causing my blood to pump even faster, that I felt I could practically die of a heart attack.

Until I raised the paintbrush high in the sky, and with powerful thrust downwards, breaking the paintbrush in half a whirl and splatter of blood hitting everywhere, and he squeals silence instantly.

I stood there smiling, happy and I literally felt I was going to cry right there and now. But, having this feeling which I couldn't even describe, I want to feel it again.

So, with more hits once, fifth, eighth times until I lost counts of how many hits has happened to Graham. Dropping the paintbrush, I stood there my hands now clutching the table so hard that my whole hand turned white.

Dishevelled and mattered blood and organs stain the hamster body, with a broken paintbrush laid there.

I inhale and exhale heavy air, the feeling so overwhelming feeling that made my heart ache and unable to breath. But... I felt alive. Alive for once in my entire existence.

Obviously, when my mum and dad came back I lied. I wasn't going to get sent to the insane house when I just realized that I now know what my purpose in life is for.

I said that Graham got hit by a car, and my mum the crazy person she is wanted me to remember him by.

So, she went out and came back holding a chain and a charm. That charm had a letter 'G' on it. She said it was to remember to him by.

Closing the diary, she smiled. That's was it. She was hooked, line and sinker for those charms.

But soon she was going to find out that something she was obsessed about would be her biggest mistake.