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The girl

7:10 A.M November 30th, 1989

The sound sensation of my alarm clock hits my ears as I slam my feet to the ground suddenly. Today was the day. The day I become not only who I am but who I was born to be, a murderer. Today is the day I kill Hannah Locke.

Hannah is a wonder, beautiful and trustable, anything any girl would dream of being; And I, Alois Winchester, am in love with her. She is trapped like a bug in a cup inside my head, and I struggle to get her out. Every opportunity to talk to her is sorted out inside my mind. Need a partner in algebra, Hannah Locke. Need to borrow a pencil, Hannah Locke. Need relationship advice, Hannah Locke.

Arriving at school today felt like a wonder. I follow closely behind Hannah, watching her every move as if she were a misbehaving child. Hannah turns around and smiles at me; I turn my head away. "Do you need something Alois?" She asks, fully turning to face me with a cute smile planted on her bespectacled face. "No, I just needed to get to English to return my completed essay." Nice save, Alois. "I see. I actually was headed that way as well, care to walk with me?" I look at her and even consider her offer before shaking my head. "I'm not in a talkative mood." She nods and proceeds to walk.

November 31st, 2:39 P.M

I did not kill Hannah Locke.

December 2nd, 3:46 P.M

Alois, you're doing it all wrong.

How so?

You need to get her in a secluded area.

But what about the body?

Oh yeah.

This is how our conversation went this morning. Remember the man I talked about previously? Well he has a name, and it's Eddie. We talk almost everyday about the existential ways of living.

Sometimes I think you need help.

Sometimes I think you need to get the fuck out.

Clever woman.

I smirk at him as he lifts his hand from on my desk to the top of my head, ruffling my short bleach blonde hair. However, I feel nothing.

Sometimes I think I'll never muster up the courage to kill Hannah.

Having a bitch fit won't help anything. We need to befriend her, make her think we're trustworthy enough. Then when you've completely gained her trust, it's up to you from there.

Sometimes I hate that you're smarter than me.

That's the point.

I press my fingers to my lips and sigh in agitation. If you were wondering, Eddie is the only person I've yet to encounter in my life that nobody else can see. He's a burden, but he's helped me in ways any human with seeing eyes couldn't.