The Thoughts of a Serial Killer

Chapter 3: The Body

After all that happened I had to find some way to hide the evidence. I had remembered the dismemberment of my father. It could work with this body as well. As I cut her to pieces, I couldn't help but think about how much I loved her. I behaved as if she were still alive, even though I knew she was gone. She may never say I do but she will never leave me. I did have to get rid of most of her, the body would have an unpleasant stench if I were to leave it in my bedroom or even the basement. Too obvious as well. I had to be careful about this, if something was done incorrectly or something is slightly out of place I could be facing life in prison or the death penalty. Death wouldnt be too bad in my opinion. I knew the emotions would hit me at some point but not this soon, for I was still dismembering her body and I began to feel my eyes water once again. She was gone. I was at fault for her death, what am I supposed to do now? After all was done, I put the parts in a bag. Very fragile, thin girl. Her whole body fit in one bag. I cleaned the blood off of me with a shower, I cried to myself. Her family is going to realize shes missing. What will I do then? Well, the woman I loved was dead and with the investigation against my mother, I was certain I was never going to see her cold face for as long as I live. I finally got the bag with her remains. As I walked outside I see my mothers car. Should I? I did I put the bag inside my mothers trunk. She was already being investigated, why not push it a bit, right? Sure not smart, I knew. They could test the parts and see how long she had been dead and theyd know my mother couldnt have done it because she was being investigated at the time. Be honest, she's already a suspect for a murder you really think they're going to care? They just want to make an arrest. They dont do all these interrogations and detective work for the people who were killed, they do it for an arrest.