Perspective

The Next One

I picked up the hammer, preparing myself for what was to come next.

I knelt down next to the young woman, who couldn't be much younger than me.

I reached up and touched her head, almost to console her.

"It'll be okay. I'll make it quick for you." I leaned forward, as she flinched away.

I brushed my lips against her forehead as she whimpered, and stood back up.

I knew what must be done.

She pleaded at me, and begged me not to kill her.

I raised the hammer above my head, and brought it crashing down, ramming it down into her head.

Blood sprinkled the ground, like little confettis, dyeing the floors a deep shade of red.

I lifted the hammer up again, a hit the woman again.

Over and over I hit her, until I forced myself to stop.

Sighing, I looked down at the now corpse.

Blood was everywhere, and there was indents in her head where I had hammered.

I then looked down at myself. Blood soaked into my clothing, as I lifted my shirt up to my nose.

I sniffed, and wrinkled my nose.

Disgusting, I thought to myself.

I smelled of sweat and dirt. Absolutely revolting.

But I still had much to clean up before I could shower.

I sighed too myself as I grabbed the arms of the woman, and dragged her to the side, her blood leaving a trail.

I cleaned up the bodywiping down every nook and cranny that I could find.

Finally finishing it off with a small little band aide on the indentations of her head, I take a step back.

I gave a small smile. Perfect. As it should be.

I lifted myself up and grabbed the mop that I previously had put off to the side for later.

I walk over to the pile of cleaning tools and grabbed a small bucket, walking over to the sink, making sure the bucket was filled with water and suds.

I dunked the mop into the water, bringing it up and letting it drip, and brought it down onto the ground with a slosh, as the dripped mop smacked the floor.

I cleaned all of the blood off of the floor, walked over to the sliding door.

I open it, and glance out, dumping all of the now bloody water outside into the garden the woman conveniently had just outside.

What was her name again? I thought to myself, Samantha? Sarah? Something with an S I think.

I shrugged it off, wanting to move onto the next part of this process. Decorating.

In truth, this is the most therapeutic part for me.

A lovely way to have a small creative outlet in making this perfect, and all in place.

I striped the body of her clothing, and pulled a lovely little dress out of the bag I had brought with me.

I struggled a bit, taking the limp body parts, and heaving them into the outfit, but eventually the pure white dress was on the body.

I dragged her over to the couch in her living room, and sat her in it, letting her sit up.

I walked around the couch, and pulled her long, dark hair from between her and the couch.

I grabbed a hair brush from the bag I brought, and brushed it out, making it perfect.

I styled it until I was satisfied, and put the hair brush back down in the bag.

I walked back around, and was now in front of the woman.

I knelt down in reach in my bag.

I rummaged around a bit, until I found what I was looking for, and pulled it out.

A cute little stuffed bunny.

I placed it on her lap, and crossed her hands around it, making her semi-hug the small stuffed animal.

I looked around, seeing it I had left anything out.

I had cleaned and sanitized the area, leaving it void of any evidence, and made her beautiful. And perfect.

I packed my bag of things, making sure not to leave anything behind.

I started towards the door, and opened it softly, making sure no one was in the halls.

I stepped out, and closed it behind me.

I continued on my way, walking all the way back home, not running into anyone on my way back.

I rummaged through my bag, and pulled out a key, slowly inserting it into the keyhole, and twisting it, unlocking the door.

I turned the knob, and opened the door, hearing the creak of the hinges.

I placed my bag onto a coat hanger by the entrance, and walked into my home.

I took off my clothes, and hopped in the shower, cleaning off the blood, watching the reddened water go down the drain.

I grabbed the soaps, and washed myself clean from the sweaty smells.

I finished and turned off the water, and stepped out, slowly drying myself off.

I dragged the towel up my arm several times, before bringing over to my other arm, and doing the same.

I rubbed the towel over my skin until completely dry.

I hung the towel back up, slipped on some slippers, and stepped out of the bathroom.

I walked over to my bedroom, and over to my closet, pulling out a clean, white nightdress.

I pulled it over my head, and let it drop over my body.

I put the hanger back onto the rod, and put my dirty clothes neatly into a hamper.

I glanced over my room, and breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was perfect.

I picked up a book that was on my nightstand, reading a few chapters.

Once I was done for the night, I put the book back where it was.

I stood up, and neatly took the sheets of my bed out from under my pillows.

I laid them out in a triangular fashion, leaving a corner of the bed unmade.

I sat down on the bed, and laid down, pulling the sheets over my chest, warming me up from the slightly chilled air of winter.

I reached over to the lamp, stationed on my nightstand, and switched it off, letting the darkness consume my room.

Only the dim light of the moon seep through the window, leaving a dim glow to the spotless room.

I sighed out, smiling slightly.

I glanced over to the clock, squinting to see the time in the darkness.

3:00 a.m.

As I closed my eyes, I let my tiredness overcome me, letting myself sleep.

A small smile still on my face.

Everything was perfect.