The Diary Of A Serial Killer

Day 4

April, 25

Today started not the way I wanted it to. I was called to the police station because they fucking saw my car. And I got questioned about bullshit if I saw anything suspicious. I was released about a few hours later. My ass got fucking glued to the chair in the interrogation room. For the time I lost there I could have found my next victim.

I found one anyway. On the way home there was that  super annoying boy walking behind me. He was eating like a total pig. Of course I had to get into my house and then follow him. But when I got out again he was gone. I cursed myself a thousand times.

How could I lose that little shit?

But as I was passing a park near my house guess who I saw? Mr. Pig of the fuckin universe. 

The dark had just started to fall. People were leaving the park. I had my back pressed against a wall just playing something on my phone to kill the time. Minutes had been passing slowly. I could feel the anger inside of me built more with each second that had gone by. Soon enough he was left alone in the park ... Eating again. I knew this was my time.

I was slowly walking to him taking my precious time. I took the rope from my back pocket. I was fumbling with it for a few moments. I looked around one last time making sure there was noone else in the park except us. He stood up from the bench he had been sitting on and walked over to the nearest bin to throw his trash. He came back seconds later. I noticed how he put his head phones in his ears isolating the world around him. This made it easier for me.

I walked till I was right behind his back. I wrapped the ends of the rope tightly around my finger.

The rope snaked around his neck stopping his breathing. I added some more strength. He was squirming, struggling, trying to break free but it was all useless. It only made it harder for him. I saw how his eyes were about to fall out. He grabbed my hands trying to make me loose the rope.

His face reddened. His eyes teared up. I could feel how his soul slowly left his body. He stopped squirming. I felt how his tight grip on my hands loosened and soon they fell next to lifeless body.

I kept the rope for a few more moments just in case he had been acting. After I made sure he was really dead I removed the rope from his neck.

I felt the anger inside leave my body. It was like some weight fell off of my shoulders. His eyes were opened looking at the infinity. I put the rope in my back jeans pocket again and left the park.

Deeply thinking...