harry,
maggie george was number one. you were her biology partner for a year until something inside of you clicked, and she was found dead at seven o'clock on a chilly january morning with stab wounds spread across her body.
they never found the knife, they didn't even find a trace of dna on her body. you were so good at hiding your tracks. too good.
she was very pretty, judging by the picture that you kept. curly auburn hair framed her freckled face and bright green eyes stood out strong. her lips and eyebrows were full, her face structure perfect.
how could you destroy such a beautiful thing?
you still haunt my dreams every single night, with dark emerald eyes and a taunting smirk, a snark ripping through your plump lips before you pounce. i always wake up panting for breath, your name engraved on my tongue.
harry, you're a monster. a damaged, deranged monster. and i can't seem to get enough of you.
