Slaughter of Innocent Love

From the moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to have you. But I was too shy and timid to speak, my only friend who was in camp with me, my loving cousin who defended me and protected me like a sister, catching the fat slob of a chef who wanted to do it with me because I was so beautiful and sweet looking. Then mean girls threw me into the water unprovoked. What did I do? I only wanted to enjoy the scenary and watch the other kids have fun! Of course I was silent the first few days at camp, but I was powerfully shy. Can you blame me? I guess you can say it was my defense mechanism. While relaxing in the camp's snack room/auditorium, I heard every word you say, your words were sweet like a wind blowing through trees softly, and then that's when I broke my silence and told you goodnight in reply. They say we're too young to have sex and sleep together, but you see, I love you and I know you love me, too. My long dark brown hair that blows in the summer night air, it's a sight for you only, that goes for my body and my beauty, it is for you only. But first, let's get silly, let me knock you down in a comical fashion, seeing a smile and laugh cross over your face, let us make out fully-clothed, I am yours, take me, do what you will with me, my lover. But I feel so guilty having to cut it short because I had memories from my troubled past flood my head, my little brother and me spying on our father and his lover. I am so sorry that happened, me cutting you short like that. Will you ever forgive me?

Come this Friday night, let us meet on the beach and go for a swim. But you tell me we don't have swimsuits. Silly! We don't need swimsuits, we can be naked together, because that's what young lovers do. Let us escape the turmoil and stress of the horrific events of the entire day, relax in my lap, stare up at my supple, soft, small breasts and slowly drift off while I sing a sweet song to you. My love, it won't be long until you get to lay your seed in me. Hopefully, this will get us kicked out of camp and we can run away together and live like Romeo and Juliet. Relax, my love... drift off into a deep slumber. We can be here all night if you want to. I won't let nobody bother us. Not the campers, not even our counselors and bunk masters... No.

This is our time together, nobody can disrupt it. I want to have your baby, I want to be a young mommy. I want to escape this camp forever and never to return. Nothing can ever tear us apart, not even death... You're mine forever, baby... I see the light shining on the lake, it is so beautiful... I want you to wake up and look at this, but I don't want to disturb your slumber. Sleep tight, my darling... Oh no... I hear voices from behind me. It is the voice of one concerned counselor asking me if I'm okay, and the male bunk master inquiring of my well-being. Well, of course I'm okay, people. I'm with my lover, sitting naked on the ground being together, can't you just leave us alone? I would turn to stand up and look at you, but I don't want to. Leave my young future husband and I alone... He's mine. More memories start to pour in from my past, I try not to let them bother me, I just want to focus on being with my man, I want to please him in every way and drain him of all precious bodily fluids, I want to be chastized by other adults in this camp saying that intercourse between two teens is wrong. What a great feeling! Then they say the words that I've been longing to hear: "Pack your stuff, I'm calling your parents, get out of here, alright?"

Okay, you wanted me to look at you because you wanted to see if I'm alright? The last thing you see is the head of my boyfriend, with a heavenly smile on his face, he lost his head over me. Literally. There, I stand naked before you, you have a look of terror etched on your face, blood is covered in my young teen girl body. You, lady, you look like you're about to toss your dinner because you're covering your mouth up trying not to vomit, and you, sir, with the red jog suit and t-shirt baring the camp name act like you never seen a hermi before... You see, I'm not the sweet, innocent little girl you cared so much for. I'm the one who took so many innocent lives and shot an old guy through the throat with an arrow. You want to kill me, but you're too horrified to react, seeing me brandishing a large kitchen knife in my hand and me growling lowly like a creature of the night. Remember that cute little girl who was at this same camp? She was my sister, a motorboat claimed her life, my psychopathic man-hating aunt raised me up like a girl and forced me to take her place. My name isn't Angela... It's Peter... And for the last few months up until now, I was taking Angela's place...

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