The Secret Diary of a Serial Killer

Lucy

Dear, diary. Today I sat outside behind the high bushes watching as she walked to her car. She kept looking over her shoulder as if she knew I was there, I made sure I didn't make a noise or move. Once she got in her car, I made my way over to my car and followed her home. 

As soon as she came to a stop, I decided to circle the block. When I made it back on her street, I saw her porch light on and her car parked in the garage. I knew it, I knew it was the time, I felt this feeling come over me, it was a weird feeling but it had felt familiar, I couldn't quite figure it out just yet. I sat there for a minute taking in the amazing feeling. "It's time." I had kept repeating it in my head, finally as the words slip from my lips, I get out of my car and grab my bag from the back seat, I open it and grab a pair of gloves and a pair of scissors, I put my gloves on first and then put the scissors in my back pocket of my jeans when I am done, I close my bag and make my way around the back of her house and look inside to make sure she isn't awake, when I realize she Isn't downstairs I open my bag and grab a bobby pin, I stick it in the lock of the backdoor and move it around, as soon as I hear a click I stop and open the back door. 

I had made it in. I take in a breath of fresh air and smile, the feeling that I felt earlier had grown stronger. I walk around carefully, making sure to not make any noise. I tip toe upstairs, into her bedroom, where she lays in her bed, peacefully sleeping. I take in her beauty, her blonde hair laying atop her pillow, her silk nightgown on her beautiful pale flesh. I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed the rope from my bag and tied her legs, I looked back up to see her awake looking at me with fear in her eyes, as if she had seen a ghost. I had tried to calm her down to reassure she would be fine but then she started screaming. I couldn't take it, I had to shut her up so I sat next to her on the bed, when she tried to run away I pulled her arm, pulling her into me, I forcefully tried to open her mouth but when I tried, the bitch bit me. This made me pissed, I felt the anger rise inside of me and out of nowhere I punch her in the face knocking her out, her body laid limp on the bed. I look at her and smile, seeing how she looks so beautiful when she is asleep. I take one more look at her before reaching in my back pocket for my scissors, once I have them In my hand, I sit next to her, open her mouth once again and hold her tongue, open up my scissors, where one blade was laying on top of her tongue and one on the bottom, I then close the scissors, I watch as she wakes up, her eyes widen and her trying to scream but she couldn't manage, because her detached tongue was in my right hand, covered in blood and her saliva. I smile watching her attempt to scream, only hearing her hyperventilate.

I sit there for a few minutes watching her lay there choking on her blood, she looks me in the eyes with remorse. As if she knew what she had done, she knew she made me mad, maybe she felt bad and was trying to apologize, I stare at her, confused. That's what she was trying to do, trying to confuse me, it worked but I slapped myself to come back to my senses, I had it, I had her, here, alone. I sit her up and tie her arms behind her back. The feeling was still there but it wasn't like before it only kept growing stronger. I go back to my bag and grab a jar and place her tongue in it and grab my knife, I hadn't used it before but I can only imagine what it can do. I walk back over to her, getting on the bed, behind her. I run my knife down her back, I start to feel her breath quicken and hear her sobbing. I push her hair to one side and tell her she would be fine, she is just going to sleep, where she can look beautiful again and won't hurt anymore. I put my arm around her and place my knife on her throat, I feel her tears fall on my hand, the same one holding the knife that was going to make her sleep. I whisper in her ear "Goodnight Lucy" slicing her throat, her body once again falls limp, I get off the bed, close her eyes and kiss her goodnight.