In the mind of a serial killer

~Chapter 3 ☠️

"Me? What did I do??" I asked in a  panic

She had mascara running down her face and her hair was all over the place..

It was as if she had gone through hell and back.

"T-that girl.." she started crying "H-how could you? She was an innocent child.. j-just get away from me.."
She started to back herself up away from me until she hit the wall.

"I-I don't remember what happened.. please tell me what I did" I began to cry, feeling overwhelmed with all the accusations.

As I took a step forward, I noticed the panic building up in her eyes.

"Y-you killed her.." she sobbed

"I did what? No you have to be joking.. I couldn't hurt a fly.."

"J-just stop it.. go to the kitchen.. you need to see what you did, go face that little girl"

"What little girl? Can you please just tell me what's going on? You scaring me" I crept closer to her

"D-don't take another step.. I'll call the police"
Her hands were trembling like crazy as if I was some monster..

"Fine-fine, Im going to the kitchen.."
I turned around and walked out the room, my legs feeling like jelly.

I crept downstairs, preparing myself for a likely crime scene- caused by me?

This has to be a joke.

It has to be.

If I really done what she said I did.. I wouldn't be able to live with myself.

But it's obviously a prank..

Right?

I was an inch away from the kitchen door now.

I grasped the handle and pushed the door open..

My mouth dropped open.

I let out a scream..

My face was full of horror at the dreadful sight I had just seen..

The sight was sickening.

I started to sob heavily..

I had done this..

There lay a rotting corpse..of a little girl..

She looked like she was 6 years old..

She had so much of her life left..

Her plaits looked like they were ripped off her scalp. There was blood gurgling out of her mouth..

Her clothes were ripped and torn to the bone..

She looked like she struggled a lot.

There was blood splattered all over the kitchen wall, all over the floor..

It was dreadful.

I checked her pulse but there was no signs of life left in her..

There was several stab wounds to her chest, stomach and legs.

This little girl had a family.

She had a mother and father who probably loved her to bits..

A brother who would fight for her..

A sister who would fend for her..