I'm standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus, in the silent end of night, searching for my escape. As the rain batters on the shelter I realise what I've done, the puddles begin to ripple and reflect my murky past.
I walked to his house in this very same rain, seeking my prey as if I was a vampire lead by his scent. Hiding in the shadows, waiting for his "company" to leave. The house was a small terraced with high stone steps leading to a black door, the kind of door you knew was infested with damp, attracting many infectious creatures. The lights were on behind the old net curtains, knowing they were near made my blood boil. Even in the cold of the night my temperature rose, but I contained myself. Waiting. Silently waiting for him to be left alone so I could make my move. My senses sharpened, as if I could hear their voices of betray through the walls of my house. I could feel her in his embrace, in my place.
The old door opened slowly with a creek, at first all that was visible was their silhouettes colliding gracefully, making beautiful patterns on my walls. A soft chuckle escaped from her mouth, chilling the marrow in my bones. As she kissed him goodbye I felt tears form in my eyes, trying to convince myself this was not my beautiful house, this was not my beautiful husband. She walked down the garden steps smirking a smile that belonged to me. As the door shut and the latch turned Rose Lawson was alone in the dark, alone except for me.
I followed her down the familiar route she took every night, to the end of Phoenix Avenue; little did she know she would never reach her destination, though eventually she would be going "underground." My footsteps became quicker now, she was within my reach, I could smell her repugnant scent like out of date cherries, poisoning my lungs. One step, heartbeat rose, two steps, twelve chimes of the clock, three steps, my blade drawn and pushed through her cold heart. Thud. Dead. For the first time in months I felt a sense of happiness and satisfaction, seeing her pale face dipping with blood. I allowed it to run over my finger tips, it was still warm, the crimson colour I'd lusted for, I could almost taste it, like sweet strawberry laces. But I didn't allow myself total happiness, for my task was incomplete. I passed the canal on my way back were I said goodbye to Rose, leaving her with the simple pond life just like herself.
Until then the experience was thrilling, but fear suddenly found me. The rain still fell as always, washing me clean of my deed. The loathing, the hate, she deserved a horrific exit; yes it had to be done. I remembered a time when we were friends, our youth kept us together until she feel in love with him, I had to eliminate her. For the first time in fourteen months I approached my house, knowing whom it held within its walls.
Ascending slowly I could hear television in the lounge, Miami Vice as usual. As I slid my key in the lock I knew the hardest part was yet to come. Then I saw him, he hadn't changed a bit. His wavy black hair framed his face, glowing, as if he were a masterpiece of some Italian painter. His eyes were hidden as he slept; a figure of innocence on one of DFS's finest. It was over quickly, he let out no whimpers like Lawson. His eyes opened as my blade met his throat, as he fell to his knees they never left mine. He just stared, almost as if he thought my actions were just.
When It was over I cried, though I'm not sure why, for my past few months had being emotionless. I returned him to the couch, aligning his head with the television, and then I left.
I'm standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus, in the silent dead of night, looking for my escape. The hardest part of running from my actions was leaving you to find a better place.
