To Make A Murderer

i . a curious boy

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Where are you now?

The first time it happened was on a winter day.

Tiny puffs of snow speckled the sky, gracing the landscape with a picturesque view. The people who were still out and about in the cold were wrapped warmly with woolen scarves, thick coats and furry boots.

It was January first, the start of a new year. The day people celebrate joyously with their loved ones and form new year resolutions which they would soon give up on due to lack of perseverance or time or plain laziness.

Another dream.

Little seven-year-old Ivory Bleu sat on the railing of a bridge, her tiny boot clad feet dangling above the freezing water. A fluffy white hat sat atop her short black hair, her dark navy eyes staring straight ahead at the horizon.

The monsters running wild inside of me.

"What are you doing up there?"

Ivory lazily inclined her head back, coming face to face with little seven-year-old Everent Teriosky, with his soft blonde curls and innocent green eyes. His cheeks were slightly tinged red from the cold, his small frame shivering.

Everent was one of the kids who lived in her neighborhood and attended her elementary school. He was adored by everyone he met, as he was an adorable kid who resembled a dainty prince. Ivory didn't know him all that well, but he was one of the few children who were kind enough to talk to her now and then.

"I'm watching the sky." Ivory answered.

I'm faded.

"Mama said not to sit on the railing. Is it not dangerous?"

"Who cares?" Ivory swung her legs around. "It's fun." She grinned. "Wanna come up?"

So lost.

Everent furrowed his eyebrows, unsure whether or not to believe it. He swallowed hard, before climbing onto the railing.

I'm faded.

His hands sweat as he situated himself on the cold metal. His legs shook, a certain fear creeping up his spine as he blinked down at the river.

"Do you do this a lot?" Everent asked, his voice trembling.

"I guess." Ivory shrugged. "It's nice and quiet out here. There's not as many people to annoy me."

"Oh." Everent didn't know how to reply. He liked people a lot. "Are you annoyed by me? S-since I'm a person too."

Ivory contemplated this for a moment. "Nah. You haven't done anything to annoy me yet."

"I'm glad." Everent beamed, his eyes sparkling.

These shallow waters, never met.

A few moments passed in silence, before Everent began to speak again. "I heard about it a few days ago, from our neighbors. What happened to your mom?"

What I needed.

It was only an innocent question posed by a little boy who knew no better, a little boy who was only curious about his strange, quiet classmate.

But it was a question he should have never asked.

Ivory's blood froze. Her head started to hurt, a loud ringing sound buzzing in her ears. Her tears had already all dried out, leaving only emptiness dwelling in her heart. Yet a sliver of darkness slid its way in and made itself a home.

"Did she really kill herself?"

Those words were like a punch to the gut. Ivory's body convulsed, anger boiling in her. "Shut up." She gritted out.

I'm letting go.

"What? Why-"

"SHUT UP!"

With a forceful push, Everent was flung backwards, off the railing. His tiny head made contact with the sharp rocks on the ground, which protruded into his skull.

Ivory stared at him.

Crimson blood leaked out of his head, pooling beneath him on the white snow. His eyes were wide open, but all light had disappeared from those pretty green eyes.

He was dead.

It was all so fast. And all so easy.

A life, taken away.

With only a push.

A deeper dive.

Ivory's lips opened slightly in shock. She was supposed to scream, to cry, to feel remorse. But all her emotions were wasted on her mother's suicide. She had none left to spare.

She swung her legs over, hopping off the railing. Quietly, Ivory walked up to Everent's motionless body and squatted down. She slowly traced her finger on his cheek.

"It's cold." She whispered. "He's dead. Like mother."

Eternal silence of the sea.

Something sparked in her, perhaps for her mother, or perhaps for this little boy whose blood painted the winter red. Nontheless, something had broken inside of her, causing all rational thought to escape from her mind.

"He's dead!" Ivory giggled almost hysterically. "Dead!"

She bent over, laughing her head off. Her eyes were crazed, a sharp glint to them. After her laughs died out, she fell into a haunting silence again.

"Ah." She remembered that killing someone was bad.

They would take her away to a dark place.

She didn't want to be in a dark place. There was already a dark place in her heart. If there was any more dark, she would lose the light forever.

Ivory reached over with her tiny hands and gripped Everent's cold arms. She had to hide the body.

The little girl stumbled over to the railing, heaving him up and over with much effort. His body slipped off the bars and into the abyss below. Ivory watched as his body was carried away by the current.

"Bye-bye." She waved her little hand, sending him off with a few prayers she learned from her Christian teacher.

She walked back to where his body had fallen, stomping all over the snow, her breaths coming out in pants as she worked. After she was done, she stared sadly at the snow, before shaking herself out of her daze and walking away without another word.

The only thing left was the splatter of red contrasting against the white ground.

I'm breathing.

That was how it all started.

It was like dominoes. Before she knew it, the bodies were piling up, drowning her in blood and insanity.

Before she knew it, she became a murderer.

Alive.

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KILL COUNT : 1

LIFE : everent teriosky

DATE : january 1st

AGE : 9

CAUSE OF DEATH : severe head injury from impact on rocks

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