It was a little past 8 when Lily heard a horn blowing outside. She looked through my window and saw a red mini van parked at her gate. She grabbed her stuff and left.
"You look nice." Amanda complimented.
"Thanks
My therapist wants me to accept the things that are out of my hands. Tragically for her, she's not out of my hands.
I can't kill Ms. Young yet – I need another therapy session.
"I'm going to tell you something that I've never told anyone before."
"Okay."
"I'm a serial killer." There was a pregnant pause in the room. "Oh God. That feels... so amazing to say out loud." She giggled as if a weight have been lifted off her shoulders.
"Well, you must be letting go, 'cause I've never heard you make a joke before." It was expected of her to not believe me. But that didn't sour my mood.
"I'm not joking; I kill people. Whoo. There it is again." She felt as though she was giving the joke of the century. That familiar pause was present again in the room.
"You should try it. I know — your big bad wolf has racked up a tidy little death toll." She started again.
As if finally believing the words the was coming from lily's mouth, her pen slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.
Nothing lasts forever. Just ask a Ford Pinto. Eventually, most serial killers get caught. There's really not much of a retirement plan, but it can't end like this; it's too soon; I'm not ready.
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Short Story"The world is really beautiful, once you see it my way." Lily said. Lily Flinn is diagnose with schizophrenic, without her pills she's like a ticking time bomb. Delusions and hallucinations gnawing at her mind she see's things differently. What good...
