Two Murders, One Night
I stared at my hands as the blood drips off my fingertips. I breathed in the smell of the iron. The blood was not mine, but someone else’s. I started to smile and licked the blood off my fingertips. I was no vampire. Just a psycho living in a body of an innocent girl; who nearly died in a fight.
I took the bloody body to the bathtub, and washed the blood from my hands. I staged it as if it was a suicide. Leaving a fake typed suicide note, I kissed her forehead and climbed out the window not leaving any evidence.
In the small town somewhere in the South West of U.S.A, on 79th street a girl committed a murder, age 19. Her hair was dyed blond, a split lip, a very nice face, small cheekbones, two large lips, and two green eyes, all so beautiful. But beauty can be deceiving. She was popular, until that one day. The day she decided to make new friend with the less popular people in her grade. Her name was Alice White.
The girl she killed was out of pure hate. The girl she killed was Amelia Wilson. She was Alice's best friend. Amelia would not talk to Alice since she had made new less popular friends. Amelia's parents were out of town that night, and came back and found their daughter's body laying in blood and water.
I was out for blood and payback. The next house I stopped by was a man age 20. I had his key in my pocket so it was easy to get in. He was sound asleep in his bed and he was handsome. He started to move and woke up. I froze, with a smirk on my face hiding the needle. I came closer, he said my name. I started a conversation talking about all the good things. But I stopped my self because I still loved him, after he betrayed me. I apologized, and started to leave. He called out to me but I kept walking. Got in my car, started it up, heard banging on my window. I pulled on my sunglasses, opened the window and shot him.
His name was Colin. My dead ex-boyfriend. He was there when she attacked me. He was there when I laid on the...