Dystopia {GXG}

sacrifice

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At this moment, I knew that I had not a bone of remorse in my body towards her. How dare she! I knew I wasn't the easiest to spot as it was dark and i wasn't the tallest either, so this would be beneficial to me. I decided to approach the house from the back; I knew how to get in there from that way and since it was the most easiest.Being as quiet as I could I climbed over the back fence leading me into the back garden, I was ready. I was certainly ready. I didn't care about the time all I knew is that it was pitch black outside. To my astonishment the back door was left open, oh what a mistake that costed my best friend in her life. Being as quiet as I could I went through the back door. Slowly. Slowly. Going up the stairs, remembering every moment we had together all the memories, all time we shared together, the day we met. She knew she had this coming, she fucking knew never to cross me, or to betray me. But she still, did she still- I can't even bring myself to say it.

I finally entered her last place she would be the last alive at to find the bitch fast asleep in her room, she had to go quietly or else her mother would wake up. I looked around and after the endless rummaging, murder began to grow very very impatient.

"Just strangle her just fucking do it"

But misery told me

"Give her a slow and painful death, give her no remorse for her actions, none at all"

I stood confused for a moment as they both kept telling me different things at the same time, everything began getting to my head. My thoughts almost began suffocating me.

Fuck it.

I pounce on her with a pillow shoving it on her face as hard I could, as much as she tried to fight, I was too strong and she slowly stopped fighting.

I take a moment to examine my first sacrifice. She was stunning, pale, crystal clear skin, the perfect eyebrows, and eyelashes just at the right length long well cared for hair, not a single knot could be found. She could beat me in any sort of competition she could, she was beautiful, however I was not, I see it now it's clear why he left.

I felt a sense of empowerment, a drive like an electric bolt strike down my spine, I felt full of the power of energy. I felt fulfilled.

I opened her window and escaped as quickly as I could. The bitch was finally dead.

I felt calmer, I felt at peace, I sent this out as a warning, a warning so no one knew to fuck with me.

{At home}

I sat stone cold in my room with a razor in my hand as my thoughts began to wonder I began to think, what did I ever do, what did I ever do to deserve that, ever. I was loyal I changed I done everything he asked, I went hungry for him to be happy and now I sit here by myself with no one here to comfort me but a blade.

I looked up, staring at my mirror I began to see how hideous I was, how the bags under my eyes always made me look, how fucked up my nose was and how far my eyes where apart, even my body I was fat, my body was disgusting and that's why he left, I'm disgusting.

I needed to not focus on the pain, seeing the blade in my hand,

I begin to press it into my arm running a long line down my arm, as the blade tore into my skin I began to realize how much I loved the pain, and what it's done for me, it took my mind of these thoughts i had about myself, it took me off everything.

Maybe I should try it again sometime?