Long brown hair and hazel eyes. Add some fat and you have me. My name is Celiné.I was pretty normal until I lost my ability to feel. I used to be better, better in everything. Better in school, better as a person , better as a human being. These all changed last year when I had a car accident. Apparently I hit my head and the point I hit was really damaged which led me lost the ability to feel. Im a high functioning sociopath with nothing to loose but this isn't even the worst part. I'm dealing with highly homocidal tendencies. I knew who I wanted to kill. I knew it and I was dreaming about slighting his throat and pouring acid down on him. In fact, I didn't hated him. He never done anything wrong to me. He was living in his own little world. What made me want to kill Ethan was his eyes. He had the most beautiful grey eyes I have ever seen and I felt like his eyes were fallowing me wherever I go. I knew what to do. I was going to his house which is really close to where I live. I was counting the steps. 209, 210, 211. It felt like time was slower since I was in a hurry. I kicked a small rock on the street. 345,346. Here I was. Ethan's house. He was alone. His father was never home and her mother died a few years go. This was a small town I live in. Everyone knows Everyone. Before I entered the home I stared inside for a long time and made a plan A incase something went wrong, and a plan B and C and .. You know how the alphabet works. I was ready to kill. I opened the window and entered. Went upstairs. I heard water which means he was having a bath. I slowly opened the door and saw Ethan. First thing i saw was a pile of clothes on the sink. I slowly turned my head. He was laying in the bath and his chest was slowly going up and down. I entered being extra careful. I had 2 pieces of xanaxx. When I was close enough to him I put the two pill inside his mouth and forced him to swallow them which was way harder then I thought it would be. He was struggling as everyone would do. Everywhere was wet including my skirt. When I felt him swallowing the pills I put his head under the water pushing his head with my palm. I started to count, five minutes would be enough to drown him. His eyes where wide open and I looked at them the whole time. He eventually stopped struggling. I took a deep breath with the relief. I was really wet but I brought clothes anyway incase blood drips. Even though I didn't slaughtered him, I still needed the clothes. I changed my outfits and went home. I was tired after all.
