I trembled as I dropped the dripping knife on the chest of my latest victim. The trembling was not caused by fear nor regret, but purely excitement. You can’t get excitement like this in Canton, I was one of the few people who knew how to really get people going around here. I took out the scalpel i borrowed from Jake-my most recent “boyfriend”,”booty call, same thing, right?- He really likes me, I wonder if he’d still like me if i told him about this sadistically hilarious hobby. I used the scalpel to carve a sentance into Mr.White’s -My ex boyfriends (Derek) father who called me a tramp two years prior when i had a pregnancy scare and made the stupid decision to tell Derek so he could be there for the test. WRONG decision let me tell you- left forearm which read “Did you miss me? - M.” Mr.White was my first victim in nearly a year. I had taken a break to graduate high school and meet Jake, who I actually really liked until about 10 minutes prior. Death was the only man who could truly satisfy me in a way sex nor love could suffice . So i need to nip this “I love you” bullshit Jake’s been throwing at me in the ass before something really bad happens, like engagement or a pregnancy.
I drove home listening to nothing but the silence and my own thoughts racing. “How long until he is found? I’m really getting good at this. I hope they like my note” I pulled into my apartment complex and parked in my usual spot. Checking myself in the visor mirror and my clothes to make sure no blood was visible, I got out and headed upstairs to my apartment. 314 was my room number and one of my favorite numbers. It was the date I celebrated the my first victim, Mrs.Nunsley- an old bitch who decided failing me in my first love (english) was an acceptable thing to do. So i got my revenge 9 months later and happily let her druggy little princess brat of a daughter, Monica Nunsley take the blame when she was too stoned to even remember what had happened the night of her moms demise.- As I walked into the room I immediately froze. Someone was in my apartment .
Everything seemed to be where it belonged, but I heard feet running towards my bedroom when I pushed my door open farther. I pulled out my larger knife, still covered in dried Mr White and slowly crept down my hall way. I live in a shitty part of town, the “Detroit of Canton” as i like to put it. My apartment almost always had police surrounding it and had daily break ins, but no little broke bitch was going to get away with the nice things I had bought myself with my earnings from my shitty minimum wage job at Taco Bell and my winnings from being a bomb ass poker player. Last year I saved every penny i won from poker and was able to afford a used, but still in good condition, white four door honda, a new iPad Air 2, AND a new Michael Kors purse with matching wallet. I’m not a person who focuses on materialistic bullshit like the rest of america, but a girl loves her purses. As I crept closer to my door I heard a shattering sound, jolting off the wall I busted into my room and screamed “Freeze” to see a dark shadowy figure standing there with their hands in surrender. I flicked on the light to quickly hide my knife and feel the blood in my face drop to my toes and my heart to drop to my ass, it was Derek.
“What the FUCK are you doing here?” I shouted, screaming the word “Fuck” since i hate that word, and he knows that.
his face was pure shock at my cursing but he quickly covered the shock and replaced it with a smirk, “I was in the neighborhood. Thought I’d stop by and say hey.” His smirk turned to a opened jaw horrified look of terror when I noticed I was still holding the knife covered in dried Mr.White. Derek was the only person who knew about my fatal fetish. He’d know it was me who killed his father, guilt suddenly filled my stomach and I looked away from his eyes.
I quickly threw the knife down and gulped “I..uh...S...Sorry”
“So I see you’re still the same old Mindy, as deadly and sexy as ever.” He looked me up and down in a way that made me blush from my forehead down to my breasts.
