Here I am, once again standing over another victim of mine. This time I don't remember anything. When I looked at her face all bloody, my heart smiled.
Samantha Richardson. This bitch clowned me so much. All I wanted was to go on a date with her. But no she wanted to be fucking difficult. So I made it easy for myself.
I started the cleanup process. Grabbing a blanket I bought recently so my mom doesn't think about how her blankets are turning up missing. I lay it on the floor and spread it out.
I look back over to her. Her eyes were open but they no longer sparkled like they used to. Good. I started to feel nauseous again. I touched her body. It began to go cold. Good. I checked her pulse for closure. There was none.
I did the same exact thing as I did for Amy. Except placing her a few miles away since that area was surrounded by the media currently.
After the drive, I ran into the house and into the shower before anyone could say anything. I heard my mom say something about me smelling like the outside. I laughed a bit. Black mothers. I got in the hot shower and washed Samantha's and I's fun away.
So I bet you're wondering how I continue to get away with stuff like this. Well, it's simple really. You'll see how simple it actually is...
