Pieces of Me

Goodnight

He's the first guy who ever talked to me nicely. He asked me, what day it was--- he was smiling brightly. I knew then, I wanted him for myself. I decided, I will do anything to get him to like me.

So the next day, I waited for him under the tree. I watched him carefully, as he stride along the hallway freely. He was lacing hands with this girl, she was popular, and pretty.

My heart breaks at this familiar feeling of jealousy. He was meant to be with me! So one afternoon, pretty was walking alone. She wasn't aware I followed her home. I plotted the perfect escape, nothing should go wrong. For I will soon have him for my own.

Today that night has come, I sneaked into her house, and into the her room, pretty was on the shower, naked and alone.

I swing the bat, right on her head. She fall down on the floor, coating it red. Blood gushing out of her perfect little head. Now she's either pretty, or dead.

Her eyes was open, so I closed them shut. She's mumbling something, so I striked her again with the bat.

When she stopped breathing, I smiled. Whispered, "He's mine pretty." I finally, kissed her good night. I stood up, insanely fulfilled. Now, I can have him all for myself.