In Her Mind

Blood rejoiced .3.

My patience wore thin so I had to leave him . I couldn't risk to lose my temper and kill him .

I returned to my earlier task , washing up .

I peeled my blood soaked clothes off of me , folding my favorite black hoodie neatly , next my black shredded jeans , followed by my two tone sneakers . They were originally white , but after 14 kills they were a fading red brown and white .

I climbed into shower , the boiling water flowed over my head and back . The water cascading down the drain was a ugly pink . My black hair was drenched in blood , so I rubbed in some shampoo to rid it of the irony smelly liquid .

I scrubbed every inch of my body raw , making sure there wasn't a drop of blood on me .
After that I washed my clothes .

Before going to bed I looked to the wall beside my bed . On it was pictures . 14 of them had been cut and ruined . Soon number 15 would join them .

I snuggled under my blankets and fell asleep quickly .

I dreamt of my kill to come .

~Next day~

I woke from my slumber . I had no nightmares , well they weren't nightmares to me .

Today was the 15th day , for the 15th kill , for the 15th cut . It was also Connor's day to get fed .

I mixed some old bran flakes with some lukewarm milk , then added a teaspoon of sugar to it . I grabbed a bottle of water and set of to the panic room .

Connor was already up when I came in , he was edgy and afraid . I sat the bowl on the table with the water bottle .

"Breakfast time , open wide." I mumbled .

He glared at me and refused .

"Fine , don't let me help you , but this is your last chance." My voice wasn't as scratchy as before , I sounded like me again .

He sighed and open his mouth as I spoon fed him his cereal while occasionally giving him sips of water .

When he was down I wiped his face like a mother would wipe her baby's and then strode off again .

He was completely silent . "I'll be back tonight." Were my last words before I headed back to my room to pull on my hoodie , jeans and sneakers .

I set of into the town again . And odd sence of joy filled me as I saw the newspapers going crazy about the 14th kill . Wait till the 15th I thought.

I set of across town to a part where I knew I would find kill number 15 .
I don't know his name , but there's a familiarity to him .

Later that night I stopped in front of the club . It was Hootch's dance club . It was in a bad part of down and it reeked . It really did stink of urine , vomit , possible sexual transmitted diseases , drugs and alcohol .

I hated having to go in there . Was this Karma for my killing ? Because it felt so .

I huffed , took in a deep breath and then I went inside . The bass thumped and the floor vibrated from the music they played . Everyone was dancing and singing along .

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted a group of weirdo's checking me out . One even came up to me , offered me a drink , which I glared at . I knew it was tinkered with . They probably threw a crushed sleeping pill in it to knock me out . I took the cup and splashed the contents onto the freak's face . That was the least harm I could do .

I carried on through the crowd till I reached the bar . The bartender was my target .

"What can I get you miss ?" He slurred in a bored manner .
"Water."

He gave me my drink and I sat like that for a few minutes . When no one else seemed to want to get drunk he returned to me . Small talk followed .

"So , what's your story ?"
"Nothing , just want a good time"
"I could show you one ..." he mumbled .

My head whipped in his direction , now was my chance to play him .

"Well then , when does your shift end Mr ?"

"It's Daniel , and whenever you want to get out of this dump."

Daniel ... I remember him . I remember what he did to me . The memories came flooding back of that night . I shuddered . They were horrible . Bastard . I wanted my revenge .

"Well then , now would be a good time."

So he checked out for the night , and we made our way through the back door of the club to the back alley.

"Sweetheart , you never told me your name."
"It doesn't matter."

He chuckled and we walked a few streets before heading up to his apartment .

As soon as we were in his bed room , he tried to grope me , tried to kiss me . He pushed me onto the bed , his intentions were clear , to rape me . Luckily I learned the first time round to be prepared .

I quickly punched him in the gut , a punch to his face followed .

"Damn bitch , I thought you wanted fun!" He yelled at me .
"I did , and I'll get my deadly fun."

I pushed him down to the floor , straddling him , I tied his hands and feet together , the I tied him to the posts of the bed .

"Don't worry , I'm just going to hurt you . Just like you hurt me Daniel . Do you remember me ? "

"What the hell ?"

"Well Daniel ," my tone was full of hate " you took something which was precious to me , something I didn't give you the consent to take . But of course , you've raped so many girls during our senior year , you wouldn't remember me . "

"Cut it out !"

I lifted my hoodie for him to see my face . My scars . My green eyes that once carried fear for this man now carried hatred .

"No ! Rose ? What the hell ! You're supposed to be dead !"

"You're right , I'm supposed to be dead , but I'm not . You'll take my place Daniel dear ."

He started screaming but I quickly silenced him by gagging him with a cloth .

Then I started my ritual , the same thing over again . And my first cut this time was smack-dab down his left arm . That same arm that beat me on the night he raped me .

Blood ran down his arm as I made the cut deeper than intended . Oops . My other cuts had to came quickly now .

His cries were soft enough so nobody could hear except me . And I loved seeing the man that brought me to mercy , now brought to mercy by me .

My final cuts followed , over the eyes to the lips , one big cut from ear to ear . And my favorite . Slashing his throat .

Blood burst into my face , colouring me red . I laughed . I laughed like a maniac . I did it . I faced a fear .

Was this why I killed ? Was I after justice ? Why exactly did I start killing ?

The questions drained my happy mood . I wanted my answers , but couldn't get them .

I left a question mark of blood and rose petals on his bed covers along with the number 15 .

I walked out of the apartment onto the street . During my kill it began to rain . The water and blood mixed .

And it ran down my face . The guilt and anxiety from that night ran along with the blood down my face .

And I rejoiced .