Short stories - 1

Bloodlust

It first came to me in the third grade, when I slipped and scraped up my knees. I sat and watched the blood ooze from my skin, and I didn't scream, I just watched, fascinated. That was when my craving for the sight of blood started. It's gotten stronger and stronger over the years. I remember the first time I felt the first of my urges.

 It was sophomore year of high school, and I was home alone, doing the dishes. I picked up a steak knife to put in the drawer when it hit me. The first strong intrusive thought about killing. I thought about killing my beloved pet rabbit. I thought about taking her to the bathtub and slicing her open, letting her bleed out, seeing her fragile organs, watching all that sweet crimson blood spill out of her like a popped water balloon. I thought about the cleanup, washing all that beautiful blood down the drain. I thought of my alibi for why the bunny was gone when my parents came home. "Oh, she was so old! She just died, so I tossed her out!" 

From that day on they kept getting stronger. I would sometimes slice open my thighs just to see blood. Day in and day out, I thought about killing everyone around me. I thought about slitting a teacher's throat, stabbing my best friend in the neck, bludgeoning my own father to death with a rolling pin. Deep down, I don't want to kill any of those people. I love all of them! I felt like I was going crazy, like I'm a dangerous psychopath. But I learned how to quench my all-consuming bloodlust. I studied forensics, and am now a blood-spatter analyst. I can look at and study blood all day and be paid to do it! So please, learn from me. If you have something powerful in you that terrifies you, don't block it out. Make it positive!