I was 15 and she was 16
As Bill asked me to, I was heading to the hospital in Pasadena. I would finally put an end to this suffering. I was going to kill Beatrix. The hospital had a scent of gunpowder. It was like there were no one. I could hear just the sound of my heels touching the cold floor. I went to a little room and changed my clothes there. I was then dressed as a good nurse must be dressed. I opened my purse and got the syringe Bill had gave me. The fluid in the syringe was so red. It was like her lips when she eats ice cream. I headed to her room and there she was in the bed.
What have we done to this poor little girl? I opened the door and smelled her perfume. Even being shot in the head, she still has this scent only she has. I kicked her face some days ago and she still is the cutest girl in the world. But she is not my girl anymore. She was wearing the hospital gown and her legs were naked. I could not control myself, I put the syringe on the table and started to touch her legs. Even though she was in this cold hospital, she was still so warm. I cannot forget how warm her skin is.
When I was 15 and she was 16, we used to spend our afternoons together. Some day, we were lying on bed and eating icecream together. A bit of ice cream fell off her spoon on her chest. This bit of ice cream was melting and running down between her boobs. Her body was so hot. Since I was eating icecream, my mouth and tongue were cool. She looked at me and smiled. I put my blonde hair backwards, licked the ice cream between her boobs and sent chills down her spine. When I finished cleaning her boobs with my tongue, I kissed her chest. I felt her blonde body hair stood on end.
I woke up from this daydream when I was almost reaching her waist. Her blonde leg hair was standing on end when my tears started to fall over her legs. Her body calmed down when my tears touched her legs. As always, my emotions destroyed any kind of love between us. She was not my Black Mamba anymore, though she was not Bill's too. I picked the syringe up from the table. I was almost killing her when my phone rang. It was Bill. It's always Bill between us. The man who asked me to kill my beloved one is the same man who is going to interrupt it. I should kill Bill.