Love. It's a fickle thing really. You think you have it but it's slowly trickling through your fingers into the hands of another. That's what happened with me. And I think it's time for him to pay.
The wind whistled past me causing my hair to dance around my shoulders. The inky blackness kept me shroud from sight, the shadows my disguise. And there, in the house opposite me, was him. I smiled gently. I crossed the street and walked around to the back door before tapping gently on the glass. I stepped back as the night hid me from sight.
He came to the door and looked around, finding nothing. He shrugged and walked upstairs, turning off the downstairs lights as he did so. Again I stepped up to the door, turning the handle, grinning as I realised. He'd forgotten to lock the door.
I stepped inside as quietly and as quickly as I could. Shutting the door behind me, I listened to the eerie silence echo through the house. I giggled quietly and I listened as his bedroom door opened and he walked out on to the landing. He padded downstairs flipping lights on as he did so. He crept in to the living room and saw me standing there in the middle of the room.
He grabbed his phone and began to dial the police. This wouldn't do. I pulled out my gun and shot the phone out of his hand, destroying it. His face paled and his heart began racing faster.
I walked behind him and placed me hand on his shoulder, pushing him to his knees. He trembled under my touch and I relished in the fact that he feared me.
I crouched down in front of him, watching his eyes as they followed me. Those pretty green eyes of his then watched as I pulled out my knife from the inner pocket of my jacket.
Grinning deviously, I held the point to his chest, right above where his heart was. Or rather where it should be. For he certainly didn't have one when he kissed Martha in front of me. I held his gaze as I pushed the knife into him. I've waited for this moment. The moment where I could watch the light leave his eyes and hear his screams echo in my brain.
He slumped forward onto me and the blood trickled out of the wound in his chest. I pulled my knife out and placed the blood-covered blade back to its home in my pocket. I giggled.
I stood and his body fell to the floor.
I heard the commotion outside the front door as somebody had heard his scream. So I left through the way I came in and slipped back into the solace of the night, letting the shadows wash over me, hiding me away from the world.
