The One That Changed My Life

Wispers

(A few days later)

"Haven't you heard about the brutal murder of that guy.."
"I heard his organs were strung about"
"Not strung about. Wrapped around his neck. My dad is a cop on the case. He said it was too gruesome for even him to handle. Apparently they have zero leads. It's gonna be almost impossible to catch the person who did it."
"What about the weapon? There has to be some lead there."
"The killer took it with them. Besides it was an average kitchen knife. Everyone has a knife of that shape and size. But they have a shoe size and brand but it's the most common size there is."
"They really are never gonna find this dude are they."

It's the talk of the school. My murder. Of course no one knows it was me, that would be dangerous for me. But everywhere I look people are whispering about it. The whispers, God the whispers. They haunt me at night.
"They'll catch him."
"They have cameras."
"They will find leads."
Remorse and guilt are what I feel.  But if I wish to carry out my goal I can't let things get to me.
I straighten my back, raise my chin and clear my mind. I cannot undo what I did. I must either take pride or turn myself in. And I would never do the second.

I might have to strike again. To get over this irrational fear of being caught. They never caught Jack the Ripper. And why would they suspect a little girl from a rich family. Besides my family would do anything to cover up the mess if it was me. Say it was some scandal made to make us look bad.