Her home isn't that far from mine. I get there in a short, 25 minutes. I recognize her car. My anger sparks up.
My anger has always been hard to control. I'm done trying to control it. Anger is part of me now.
I walk up to the front of her house. The door is locked. Good thing I have a crowbar. I bash the door down.
I hear a yell from what sounds like the attic. "Who's there?" A womans voice calls out. Oh you will remember me soon.
I see a set of stairs in the room to the right of me. I walk towards it. "Where are you?" I call out in a sing-song tone.
"Go away!" She calls back. I walk up the stairs, following the sound of her voice. That's right. Keep talking.
I hear her whispering to herself. Breathing heavily. I know I am close.
I find a bedroom with a huge bedset. I hear her. I walk towards her sounds. I see movement from under the bed.
I found you.
Her leg is sticking out from under the bed. Just a little bit, but enough. I grab her leg and pull her out from under the bed.
She screams and kicks at me. But I'm much stronger. I pull her up and shove her against the wall. "So you thought you could snoop in my car?" I ask her.
Her eyes light up. "I remember you." She says. "Good for you." I tell her. I smile at her with a smile that contains only hate.
"Help!" She calls out. I put my hand over her mouth.
I get close to her and whisper in her ear. "This will be very, very painful." Her eyes go wide.
I raise up my crowbar and land a blow on her head. She crumples to the floor, still awake, still alive. I swing the crowbar down on her face. Over and over.
Her face is hardly recognizable. She stops moving, she stops breathing.
I drag her body out of her house and into her backyard. If I bury the body here, there's less evidence. I go out to my car and grab a shovel.
I dig until its a very deep hole. I throw her body down into the hole. Bit by bit I toss all the dirt back into the whole, covering her.
I'm done with this place. I don't even want to bother cleaning up her home. Scrubbing up the blood won't help me much. I'm gone.
I get to the place I will learn to call home. I rush downstairs to check on Kasey. I throw open the door and look around the room.
There's nobody here.
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First Glance
KorkuThey tell me that I am crazy. That I shouldn't be able to be anywhere near her. But they can't tell me what to do. I love you Kasey. I know you need time to find out if you feel the same. But I can't wait. I'm sorry if this hurts you, love.
