Paper Heart Goodbyes

Ch. 11 - Paper Heart Killer's POV

(Author's Note: I did a double update today and posted Ch. 10 just moments ago. Make sure to read that first!)

When I was 6, my older sister bought an origami book at the store and it came with a pack of colorful sheets of square paper. I watched her fold boats, cranes, swans, butterflies, lotus flowers, and hearts. I wanted so badly to learn, but she would not let me anywhere near her fancy colorful paper. I resorted to notebook and printer paper that I would cut into squares.

The hearts were my favorite.

My sister was my role model. I saw my friends with older sisters fight with them and their relationships would be filled with drama over stealing toys and later, for the girls, clothes and accessories. For the boys, it was fighting because they annoyed each other. I, on the other hand, worshipped the ground my sister walked on. And as we got a little older and she stopped seeing me as her annoying sibling, we grew closer and I like to think we were each other's best friend.

That was until she started dating her boyfriend, Greg, during her junior year of high school. We still hung out and had sister time, but it wasn't the same. I could feel Greg pulling her away from me. I can't even tell you how many times she canceled plans with me to do something with Greg instead. I had friends - I wasn't a complete loner - but I missed that time with my sister.

When I was 16 and my sister was 18, she got into a huge fight with our parents about Greg. They liked him, they really did, but when it came to our education no amount of liking a boy was going to be enough to hinder that. She wanted to put off college for a year to backpack around Europe with Greg. That was a hard no for them. Things were said, feelings were hurt, and she left anyway.

We didn't hear from her for months and it cut me deeply. I wasn't my parents. I'm not the one who drove her away or told her that she was throwing her future away for a boy and to traipse around the world. I got a few emails from her over the months and I savored those rare communications like water in a dessert. But it was never the same and her relationship with our parents, with me, was never like it was before.

I lost my best friend and as time passed my resentment at my parents for pushing my sister away faded and I became angry with her and Greg. How could they do this to me? How could Greg take my sister to the other side of the world and separate her from her family? If she hadn't met him in high school, this would never have happened. My rage and contempt for Greg grew stronger and stronger.

It's fine. I'm fine. I'm on a quest to find a new best friend. One that is completely loyal and reliable. One that will never leave me or let a significant other come between us. I've met quite a few great girls who I thought could be my ride or die best friend. So far, they've all eventually failed. Quite the disappointment. The last one, Jennifer, I really thought was going to be the one. Her relationship was failing finally after all my hard work and I thought she was seeing the light. I thought she was finally understanding that she didn't need that idiot, Jeff. But no. She had to start going to couple's therapy and 'work on her relationship' like some new-age moron. Then, she had the audacity to tell me it was working and her and Jeff had never been better. Well, you know what had to happen then. She had to go. Sad.

It's not like I relish killing people. It's just what has to be done. A knife is my weapon of choice. There's something oddly satisfying about the feeling of the knife penetrating the flesh. The squelching of the blood. The warm blood pouring out and coating the steel blade and then my hands. It's a slow release of my disappointment in the girls.

The origami heart is my little personal touch and shoutout to my sister, who stomped all over my heart. The blood of these people is partly on her hands so I like to drop a little of the blood on the paper hearts. A nice touch, don't you think?

Now, I need to start looking for my next potential best friend. I hope whoever she is won't fail me. 

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