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| - | The words "Wicked sharp" just keep echoing in your head. It's funny, as no two words have ever | + | The words "Wicked sharp" just keep echoing in your head. It's funny, as no two words have ever affected you as much as these two have. Your thought process nearly ceases except for those two words. It becomes impossible to think of anything besides those two words, to feel anything but the reverberation of the sound, the way it makes your fingers tremble, the way it makes your mouth dry. |
You try to calm your shaking hands. God, why are you so nervous all of a sudden? This is so simple... Your hand closes and tightens around both of the handles, holding the scissors closed. Your mind jumps rapidly from thought to thought and you feel a sick sort of rush, a sick happiness. It makes you anticipate the kill. If the before feels this good, imagine the after... | You try to calm your shaking hands. God, why are you so nervous all of a sudden? This is so simple... Your hand closes and tightens around both of the handles, holding the scissors closed. Your mind jumps rapidly from thought to thought and you feel a sick sort of rush, a sick happiness. It makes you anticipate the kill. If the before feels this good, imagine the after... | ||
Current revision as of 21:34, 27 November 2011
The words "Wicked sharp" just keep echoing in your head. It's funny, as no two words have ever affected you as much as these two have. Your thought process nearly ceases except for those two words. It becomes impossible to think of anything besides those two words, to feel anything but the reverberation of the sound, the way it makes your fingers tremble, the way it makes your mouth dry.
You try to calm your shaking hands. God, why are you so nervous all of a sudden? This is so simple... Your hand closes and tightens around both of the handles, holding the scissors closed. Your mind jumps rapidly from thought to thought and you feel a sick sort of rush, a sick happiness. It makes you anticipate the kill. If the before feels this good, imagine the after...
Meanwhile, Vanessa has her back turned to you and is humming. You attempt to quiet the voices in your head, but it's useless. The cacophony grows and reaches deafening proportions.
"Doitdoitdoitdoitdoitjustfuckingdoitproveyouarenotuselessdoit-"
You begin to shake and shudder, whining loudly. Vanessa turns to face you, confused and worried.
"Megan? Are you okay?"
"Doitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoit"
"Megan? Em, are you-"
Your head snaps to the right to face her. You swing your right hand, along with the scissors, at her face, her pretty, pretty face, making contact with her eye. She jerks back and screeches, her hands flying up to her eye. The whole thing looks kinda funny, you think. It's like she's just sitting there with her hands near the scissors, screaming, but she isn't making an effort to pull the scissors out. Then again, that could be wise, seeing as she might end up pulling her eye out. To be honest, self-enucleation wouldn't be very attractive or wise to anyone. Anyways, you figure you're just rambling in your own head as you watch her scream and sit there, unsure of what to do.
You stand up, laughing to yourself at the hilarity of the situation, and grab the back of her head, slamming her face, scissors first, into the desk top. That shuts her up. It also produces a nice, wet stabbing sound and leaks a nice amount of blood onto the desk as she slowly slides out of her chair and off the desk, landing on her back on the floor. The scissors have penetrated her eye to the hilt, and you guess that they've also entered her brain. The eyelid flutters and tries to close around the implement as blood pools and runs down the side of her head like a red tear, while her other eye stares blankly ahead and above, no longer bright and vibrant, now dull and distant. For a moment, you think she's dead, but her raspy, shallow breathing proves you wrong.
You allow her to lie still for a few seconds before slipping your arms under hers and pulling her up to a seated position and kneel behind her. As soon as you let go she starts to fall over, but you catch and reposition her. You're not entirely sure how aware she is, or if she can even hear you at this time, but her breathing is beginning to slow and you know that if you want to say something, you've gotta do it now.
"Sorry, Vanessa, but this is just something I have to do. I mean, any other day I'd have never even thought of this, but today... today I realized you didn't care. Nobody actually cares, they're just pretending so I don't kill myself or anything like that. You'll all go away eventually, so allow me to simply assist you in leaving me. Don't think I get pleasure out of this - I'm not a sicko. This is just to spare you the pain of moving on. I'm not selfish, I swear."
You think for a second and conclude that you're about done. You can't just let her bleed out, that ruins the fun. You tell yourself again that you don't get pleasure out of this, but you have trouble believing that. You reach around her head and grip her chin firmly in your right hand and lay your left on the back of her head, inhaling deeply before wrenching them in different directions. Vanessa's neck emits a loud snapping sound and she instantly goes limp.
Resting for a second and taking in what you've done, you stand up and allow Vanessa to slide over and lay back on the ground before leaving her room. You descend the stairs with haste, eager to get home and finish the job.
