Nemiah

2013- January

it had been a year since she made her promise. she still held herself to it. 

there had been so many close calls. she could feel her essence still there. she followed the bodies. it was easy to find them. they were everywhere she went. she beat the police there every time. they never caught her or realized she had ever been there. the new york police really sucked. 

but she didn't. so why couldn't she find one, stupid person? 

how many years would it take? it reminded her of a memory, long long ago, so much that it was faded, the edges of it blurry and unclear. 

she shook her head. no. she would not recall it. she would not take herself back and remember waiting years and years for gods and dreams and promises that never really came true. would not venture back to that poor little girl on the windowsill in her new dress, staring out at the stars. no, no, no. 

that little girl was gone. dead, in the deepest parts of her mind.

that little girl didn't even exist anymore. now she was older, and she was different. there would be no more waiting for gods that didn't exist and hoping for them to fulfill her promises. no.

she was no longer a child. she wasn't prey anymore. she was the hunter now. and she would continue to hunt. she would fill out her own promises. there was no need for her gods she played with anymore. it didn't matter how long it took. she had a purpose now, and that was more than before. 

Nemiah. she would find her. 

it was funny. how the one who had set her free was also the one giving her purpose again. if she really thought about it, Nemiah was her reason. her reason to stay. 

Nemiah. her purpose, her prey, and the bringer of her freedom. 

the killer of her father.