The Visit

"I trusted you!" Mykie yelled at me. As it physically hurt that she hated me, I also found warmth in her knowing the truth. "I did what I had to!" I knew she would find out that I was the one killing all those people. She was the one that almost made me stop. Almost. But bloodlust was a drug. Once you get a taste of it, knowing that you control a persons fate, you can't stop. I knew what I did was wrong, but I was in love with the adreneline rush I got as I watched life drain from peoples eyes. "You did what you wanted! All those people, those ones that you killed, were innocent. You could've stopped if you wanted to." Mykie stared at me, her eyes buzzed with fear and betrayl. The thought that I was culprit was to much for her. "Mykie, if you don't shut up-" I tried to threaten her but I got cut off by the sound of sirens wailing. Booming passed the window. Mykie looked at the glass, and I used her momentary distraction to grab the other. The gun I hid in the waisteband of my jeans was pulled out. The barrel rested on the blondes temple. My inaudible threat was transferred to her by the sound of the gun. Feeling her limp body made me know that I had lost Mykie forever. But if I had to chose between love, and the one thing I live for, I wouldn't think twice.