Paranoia

Chapter twenty two

Murderer’s point of view

            I walked up to a big brick house. Apparently the home of Victoria—the sweet, nosey, blonde haired, rich girl—it was such a shame the world wouldn’t get to know her better. I crept up to the side of her house—her windows were unlocked, what an idiot. I opened one of them slowly and carefully until I could snake my body through.

            Walking up the stairs, I trailed my fingers over the railing. The wood felt soft and smooth under my cold and shaking fingers. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths as I memorized the feel of the railing. The top of the stairs came too soon and my eyes snapped open. I then had to search for Victoria’s bedroom.

            I didn’t have to worry about anyone but her finding me. I did my research and found she was an only child. There were no cars in the driveway, and she had to be home, because she was the smart kid in class who went to bed at nine on school nights and weekends. You would never catch her outside of her house if she had homework to do, or if she was assigned a project. She was devoted to school.

            Her bedroom door had her name spray painted across the outside.

Well that was easy., I thought to myself.

            I opened her door slowly to find her lights off.

She was asleep.

I licked my lips in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to start working on her. I walked over to her and ran my fingers over her arm lightly. Her skin immediately tensed under the touch of my frozen fingers, and she bolted up. Her eyes were wide.

“You have nice eyes. Too bad they’ll be closed in your casket.”

“W-what?” She managed to spit out. Her eyes became glossy with tears.

“Did I stutter?” I became annoyed.

“I’m sorry!” She cried out as I pulled her up. “I’m so sorry!” Tears were pouring down her face—what a sensitive bitch.

“You don’t even know what you’re sorry for.” I spat out.

            I took out a blindfold and covered her eyes, then switched on the lights. I pushed her to her bed and stared at her for a moment.

My heart was racing. I was so excited; I didn’t want to wait any longer. I wanted to see her under my hold. I wanted to see her fighting for her life…so scared to move. So scared. I wanted to see her in pain and fear.

“Are you going to rape me?”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch!” I screamed and slapped her.

She cried out in pain when my hand made contact with her pale cheek.

“If you think that hurt, you have so much more to worry about.” I smirked. When she opened her mouth to reply, I cut her off. “And if you speak another word, I’ll make it ten times worse.” I pulled out a knife and studied her body.

            I dragged the knife down her chest, gently cutting through her soft skin. I pulled the knife down to her bellybutton, also cutting her clothes. I turned the knife sideways and pressed into her skin and cut right through the bellybutton. The cry of pain she produced from that gave me tremendous gratification. I couldn’t help but let a laugh escape my dry lips.

            I dipped my finger in her blood and touched it to her nose.

“There, ‘cause you’re nosey.” I joked with her. “You know…you’re gorgeous other than your nose. It protrudes from your face and it has a major effect on your personality. I guess I can just cut that off…”

            She screamed and tried to back up, and I again couldn’t help but laugh. Did she seriously think a little knife could cut through her nose? Even if it could, I wasn’t that mean…

“You’re fat. Let’s cut some of this blubber off.” I pushed her down and sliced her stomach several times. She screamed out, and I was sure the neighbors would hear.

I had to make it quick.

“I love it when people scream…but it comes with consequences. Damn.” I muttered. “Okay, stand up.”

            She could barely muster the energy to stand, but she did eventually. As soon as she gained balance, I kicked her down and stomped on her chest. Her ribs cracked under the pressure of my foot. I smiled.

            Victoria began to cough up blood. She wasn’t dead yet. I kicked her around a little more, and when she began choking on her last breaths of air, I took my knife and pierced it through her neck.

She quickly fell still.

“Good girl.” I laughed. “Now we have to clean you up.” I sighed. That was the worst part of it all. The clean up. I could have left her bloody and messy, but she didn’t deserve it. It wasn’t completely her fault for fucking up.

            I gave her a quick bath, scrubbing all of her blood off her body. Afterwards, I put her in fresh clothes. I scribbled a quick note and pinned it on her chest.

“You know, this wasn’t only a lesson for you. It was also a lesson for the players of the game.” I said as I smiled at my finished work.

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