The taste of vomit as it passed between my open jaws filled me with shame and regret. The memory of what I just did made the contents of my stomach come back up-I knew it was a mistake to have done it.
In between heaves I cursed myself for my stupidity and the difficult feelings it had left me with,to have her blood stained on my skin.
To have her scratch marks still scarred into my body,her soul still lingering around my abode- why, why did I do that.
Something came over me, something I've never felt before- never in my life have I ever even thought about hurting another person like I just did.
I just took someone's life.
I gaged at the remembrance of me digging that stake knife into her gut, her blood spewing and getting everywhere- for those quick moments, I felt no longer frustrated and no longer felt hatred towards her.
But now, I'm throwing up everything I've eaten just thinking about it.
I can't just leave her body here to rot in my apartment, I don't know her life- she could have someone looking for her as we speak.
Wiping away the free spit from my mouth, I wobbled while attempting to stand up-the dark red color was still tattooed into my finger tips, I turned on the sink and poured soap into my hands- I vigorously scrubbed it away.
I stood in my bedroom doorway, her feet showed from the other side of the bed- blood spattered all around her, bloody hand prints laced the floor.
I have to dispose of her, and make sure they can't identify her either.
Grabbing the butcher knife from my kitchen, I kneeled before the body- staring into her wide open eyes, everything about her was drained. Her short black hair layed dramatically on the floor, her arms spread.
Her skin was so badly pale and damaged.
I moved over to her hand,rolled up her sleeve then swiftly brought the knife above my head- swinging it down, the cracking noise of bones being broken made me wanna throw up again.
Soon enough, her hand was amputated, I copied what I had just did to her other hand- my body felt like I had just been lit on fire, I opened my window and stuck my head out- breathing in the cold night air.
I saw the dark streets, the posted lights barely even lit anything up-most of them were broken anyway.
Pulling my head back in, I shut the window and locked it. Without looking at the dead girl, I went to my hallway closet- where I kept all my tools, carefully taking my tool box from the top shelf.
I sat down with the box,sliding my back against the wall-then froze for a second, I took a deep breath before opening it, taking out the pliers and leaving the open box by itself.
Next, I went to my kitchen and opened the cabinet beneath my sink- taking some gloves to wear,I guess I should've done that before I chopped off her hands.
Without hesitation I held Valerie's mouth open with one hand, and with the other- I shoved the pliers into her mouth and latched it around one of her teeth.
I counted to three in my head before yanking her tooth out, seconds later blood began to form- that didn't stop me from taking out the rest of her teeth.
The clocks ticking haunted me, with every passing second all I could hear was that clock- with Valeries dead eyes staring at me.
I dropped the bloodied pliers, it made a loud thud as it hit the ground- red liquid splattering, I sat down- arms on top of my knees, I stared at her and thought to myself.
