Part 1
10 years ago

I sat in my car smoking a cigarette running my other hand through my long brown hair, I put out the cigarette in the ash tray on my dashboard. I looked into the rearview mirror and made myself like normal and not so creepy looking. I saw my first girl, a blonde? Or was she a brunette? I can't remember exactly but she did have a nice body. I shook my head trying to get all the nasty boy thoughts out of my head. I'm here to kill the girl not have sex with her. I locked my car and slid my keys in my coat pocket. I casually walked behind the girl looking at the ground. "Excuse me, I ran out of gas in my car and the nearest gas station is four blocks down. Can I call a tow truck to haul it off and can you give me a ride home?" I asked the girl as she looked at me and smiled. I did remember one thing about her, the bracelet! That ugly golden unicorn bracelet that looked like it belonged on a little girls wrist and not this older looking woman. "Yeah come on in, I'm Becky." She said as she shut the door. I walked into the kitchen and found the phone, I secretly grabbed a sharp knife from the draw and held it behind my back. "What a nice home you've got here Tracy." I said looking around. "It's umm, Becky but thanks." She said with a small smile. My heartbeat speed up and my adrenaline was beginning to kick into high gear, I had a firm grip on the knife and didn't sweat with fear or show any signs of worry. I played complete confident and smooth. "Can I stay here while I wait for the tow truck?" I asked her. "Sure." She said kinda awkwardly. She turned her back and this was it, it was my moment to strike and I did plunging the large knife into stomach sending blood out of her mouth. I ripped it out and stabbed her again with more force, each time harder as I releasing all the anger and emotions I was feeling. I took the knife and wiped it clean with a towel and stuck it in my pocket. "May you never have the experience of growing up, just like my sister didn't." I said rolling over her body and leaving the place as I shut the door behind me and casually skipped down the stairs and walked back to my car, slipping into it I breathed a sigh of relief and stuck the knife into my glove compartment and shut it. I drove off into the night grabbing a coffee along the way through a drive through coffee joint. I kept driving thinking about what I had just done, I killed her. She's dead. Did I regret killing her? probably. Was it worth it? Totally. I had to avenge my sisters death by taking the lives of those girls who lived past 12. My sister didn't get the chance like they did. So why should they? I mean I know what I was doing was wrong I just liked the rush it gave me, it was kind of like a drug giving me just the amount of high I needed to be in order to function. What gives them the right live their teenage years out? My sister died too young. I guess killing was the one thing that made all the pain and anger fade away from me. I was doing this for Hayley not for me. It was never for me. Did I enjoy killing that girl? Nope, okay maybe just a little. But the point was that I'm no monster, I'm just sick.