"It's all about finding the calm in the chaos."-Donna Karin
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"Hi Sia, you're so pretty", popped another idiot's message.
Yes, I am, I wanted to say. I am pretty. I'm a wreck too. I like to see people die for fun. I like to swim in blood for fun. Creepy enough? Stay away, you self-proclaimed normal human, stay away.
Yesterday was good. I thought it would be tough, but it wasn't really. It was addictive, I wanna do it all over again. I like breaking people, I like seeing them all defeated. Poor things, I pity them. They think I'm a maniac, hell I am not. I am much worse than that. I am not a maniac, I am a misfit. I do not fit anywhere, not even among those maniacs.
Where are my pills? I need my pills right now. I'm going hysterical. I CAN'T FIND MY PILLS. Is this the end? Let me calm myself down. Let me think about yesterday.
We were talking normally in my apartment. He said the wine tasted like pee. I laughed. It sure did taste like pee. Only it wasn't.
When he left early saying his pulse was running too high, I let out a scream of glee. I knew I'd be enjoying the night. How peaceful it is to know you have the power to shatter someone, to make their organs burst inside. I like being creepy, creepy is fun.
I could have slayed him alive, like I did to the last one. But I didn't. It's no fun doing the same thing twice. I didn't kill him because I wanted to see him dying alive. Am I a sadist? Maybe.
When he said his lungs were about to burst, his skin had become deep blue, I took pity on him. I switched off the webcam. Long night, yesterday.
The wine did taste like pee. Only it wasn't. It was venom.
