The murder mysteries

Murderer's P.O.V

"No!" I screamed, shaking my head sharply, before waking up. Breathing heavily, I sat up in bed. It was all a dream. A nightmare.

I'd once again been transported back in time. It was a dream I'd had often. This particular time I'd been staring at everyone panicking: people running for their lives down the thin corridors as the floor jolted and the wheels began screeching as breaks were applied; I just stood there. It was only when my dad yelled at me to follow that I moved. I moved at a snails pace, but I moved.

That was when I woke up.

Sweaty and panting, I restlessly tossed and turned in bed. I couldn't sleep-my mind was racing. All of a sudden I knew I couldn't stay there: I had to get out.

I crawled out of bed and grabbed my knife. This was like my daily routine now.

Or nightly routine.

In the room, I wondered who to kill. I know that Skie's trying-and failing-to catch me and locked her dorm's window last thing, but I honestly don't have a grudge against her (besides her stupidity!), so instead I stepped towards Ava, her petite figure clear in the slit of moonlight streaking past the curtains. Her bed was decorated in many shades of red, her favourite colour, with a heart-shaped blanket over her duvet and many red throw-pillows.

When I was standing at her side, she rolled towards me. She's a light sleeper. I gently placed my hand over her mouth as I got my knife into the correct position; she felt it, and woke up. Before she screamed, I clamped my hand down firmly on her mouth and quickly sliced the flesh of her neck, thick crimson liquid flooding out of the cut. I waited until she was definitely dead before removing my hand and going about my usual schedule.

For the fun of it, I broke a bit of the wire I stole in science off and left it in the lock of the window. I know it sounds childish, but it still made me chuckle. I hope Skie finds it, it'll be hilarious!