I was hesitant at first but after the knife sunk into her meaty flesh I realized it wasn't as hard as I thought. Blood spewed from her mouth as she begged me to stop. I got this far I couldn't stop now! My only thought was why I was doing this, for her. With my girlfriend out of the way I can treasure my true love! Of course I loved my girlfriend, why else would I date her if I didn't? Times have changed though. Would it have been much easier to end things with her? Of course but then I'd have to see her everywhere, plus its much more fun this way!
Anyway I'm straying away from my topic. I stood over her, admiring each stab wound like an art piece. Blood was everywhere, thank god for plastic. Don't want to leave any evident. Although I'm sure with all this blood I could paint a pretty scene. Sadly I could only admire this masterpiece instead. The more I stared the more the gears in my headed started to turn. I had to show to Emma that I did this for her and what better way to do so then to take the head of the woman I loved to show her what I did! Carefully, I cut the head from the body. Heads are weird, you can't lift them with one hand, well you could but you'd lose your handling. The human head weighs about the same as a 8 pound bowling ball, therefore it would make sense to lift it with two hands. Just a tip for newbies. After the head was successfully removed, the head went into my freezer. I didn't want her to decay too quickly.I gave her one more good look, her face frozen in a state of shock and betrayal. Her eyes were already turning to a pale, glossy blue. My reflection softly churning in her irises, revealing the man I have become.
Cleanup was almost too easy. I couldn't. obviously leave her in my backyard so I took her body to a cemetery and buried her in an unmarked grave. As I was cleaning up, I had to think of how to explain where she went. I can't let anyone know it was me who ended her. Thankfully she doesn't stay in touch with her parents or friends nor does she work, I took care of the working. Then it hit me, I'll make the call and make it seem like I had no clue she was killed. It was almost too perfect! I couldn't celebrate too early though, you get cocky you get caught. I weighed my cons: They might decided to come check me and see if there was any chance it was me. I can counteract that, however, simply by disposing the head.
I couldn't do anything yet though, I still had someone to visit.
