Another one!

Kissing the nape of the victim's neck, he pulled the knife out of her abdomen and stood up, wiping the blade clean before placing it in the inside pocket of his black blazer. He strolled out of the dark alley, his hands moving to a silent beat as if there was a drum in front of him. He joined the bustling crowd of unsuspecting people and stepped into the hospital, nodding at the beautiful receptionist as he waited for the elevator. A while later, he was in the doorway of the room. He strode in and sat by his sleeping girlfriend.

"Hey Bea," he whispered, immediately craving for the feel of her lips against the nape of his neck. He sighed remorsefully, grabbing his iPhone and began the short job of going online to donate to every single hospital he has ever stepped foot in. Which was a lot, considering the size of his family - that was unfortunately decreasing. The heart monitor beeped steadily, reminding him of his unresponsive girlfriend and he sighed again, tears falling slowly.

"Help me. Please," his voice cracked. He never wanted to kill young teenage girls. They were attracted to him because of his looks and they momentarily forgot about their boyfriends, causing them to then end up in an alley, not getting a chance to scream as he did the swift act of stabbing them. A fire of guilt burned in his stomach, etching itself in his facial features before he put it out and pushed the thought of his female victims to the back of his mind. He was acting on jealousy, for he didn't have the cute moments he so desperately craved.

"How do I stop?" he asked no one, sobbing and hiding his face in the crook of her neck, ignoring the stab wound, the bruise on the right eye, that still hasn't faded, and the bandage around her entire head.

I wrote this ageeeeeeees ago, guys. Don't worry, I'm not a psycho. Maybe. Till later, BooksLover2000...