The Diary Of A Serial Killer

Day 7

I was sitting at a local bar. Loud music, lots of people drunk as hell, girls trying to get my attention but what they did not know is that I can't love. I wasn't made for love. I was a monster and I knew it. But I couldn't stop the demons inside of me.

I shouted to the man behind the bar to give me one more as a blonde sat on the stool next to me. I didn't even look at her but I could see her from the corner of my eye. I could sense that she was going to be my next prey.

She was wearing a short, tight, red dress. Her hair was curls and I bet she was wearing at least 6 inch heels.

She shouted through the loud bass of the music to the barman to give her a Bloody Mary and in a few minutes her drink was in her hands. She tried to start a conversation with me but I quickly cut her off. The words I told her still in my head like a text to a song you get easily addicted to.

''Don't talk to me! Don't mess with me! For your own good!''

Although I knew it was too late and her time was coming closer and closer. I heard her gulp hard despite the music. She quickly stood up from the stool and walked aways. I laughed painfully. Could I blame her? I would have done the same thing if I was in her shoes.

I slightly turned my head to see where she went. Immediately I saw her getting lost in the crowd of dancing people. I turned my head back and drank my whiskey at once. I left a 20$ note next to the glass and stood up. I quickly made my way out of the club. I took one last glance and saw her. She was grinding against some guy. I went out of the club and leaned against the wall.

I looked at my watch. 2:48 am. I knew I will have to wait. But I was prepared and already used to waiting for my preys. I took a deep breath as the wind was blowing right at my face. I took a cigarette and lit it up.

It wasn't long before she came out. I expected to wait more. It was just about 10 minutes or so. She was walking quickly towards the parking lot. I followed her quietly. I wasn't walking as fast as her. I didn't need to. Soon she stopped in front of a black Audi. She started looking for the keys in her purse. She finally found them and I was right behind her.

I wasted no time. I grabbed her by the hair and forcefully hit her head on the window of the car. She let out a small cry before I hit her head again. I let go of her hair and she fell to the floor unconscious. The window was broken and her head was bleeding bad.

I turned on my heel and started walking towards the exit of the parking lot after I heard faint laughs and giggles echoing. It was pitch dark in the lot so I didn't have to worry if the people saw me or not. But I didn't even care if they did saw me.

I walked slowly home lighting up another cigarette.

Something inside of me awoke. Guilt?