A Momentary Laspe of Reason
4:18 A.M. already and all I can think about is the blood. Red, dripping from my shaking fingertips into an everlasting pool of tainted venom. Vivid images of unspeakable violence stick like stone to the young and impressionable mind. Curiosity is killing this cat. I feel the reality. Oh no, what have I done to you, my sweet? No, no, no! Pulling my hair back feverishly, maniacally, I shiver. Ha, ha, ha! Look at you! Poor, weak Annie. It was fun while it lasted my pretty. Oh God, I’m sorry. So sorry it had to be like this. You know it had to be this way, Annie! I sit there sharp minded yet empty, holding my beaten knees. Aw Shit. Another dead body in the back of this God forsaken van. Silly me, I’m not supposed to make such a mess. Oh but the blood. It satiates me, gives me. The power, it calls to me. Never leaving me alone, always wanting more. I will have it no matter what it takes! Ah, the body, yes. Must dispose of now before anybody knows I’m gone. Those fools. They wouldn’t know if hot shit landed on their face. I’ll be just fine. While they’re praying to their God’s I’m creating my own. Yes, yes, almost there now. Hold tight baby, only a few more minutes. Then we can go home quick and easy. Home free, far away from your fucking eyes! I can feel them from the back seat steadily observing my, my, condition. Make it stop, make it stop. Bitch quit fucking looking at my God damn face! Calm down, breathe. Ah! Here we are, ha, see that wasn’t too bad was it? OK, easy don’t want to fuck anything up too bad, a little muscle work and out we are. I pause momentarily to appreciate this lovely night. It’s a shame the stars don’t look like this back home. Enough of the gay shit, One deep breath and I’ll have her sailing down the midnight river into darkness. You ready? Oh I bet you are. Ha, ah. Seconds feel like centuries, but she has to go. Come now John. Fine! One. Two. Oh shit Annie why do you have to look at me like that? I, I, I, fucking told you this would happen. Aw fuck John c’mon let’s finish this. Now. All is silent for a brief moment of airless tranquility. Splash. Goodbye forever, Annie.
Originally posted on Crappypasta.com, 24 August 2012 by Peter Shmidt
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