Meat-Grinder

First off… I am not crazy. I don't care what you heard, I am not crazy. I didn't kill him, I didn't kill Doitsu! He was my best friend… I seemed to have a bit of a crush on him… I would never… ever… kill him.

At least, I thought I wouldn't.

I don't know what made me want to even think of killing him. Was it the fact someone was in the way and I couldn't let him go? The fact that another besides me had silently gave their heart to him…

I don't know.

My thought initial was: If I couldn't have him, no one could.

I killed her first, I threw off a bridge in the dead of night. No one knew, no one ever would. She was gone, he was mine in a sense… Then, I realized: if I don't get rid of him, more people will grow to like him… So, I killed him. I killed him as calmly as possible, I stabbed him to death then buried him in his own backyard…

Even his dogs wouldn't even find him.

Let me detail it for you.

I crept inside his house, for I knew he was so… strange sometimes leaving the door unlocked, rain hammering against the windows. I made my way to his room, I stood there for a moment, thinking how should I do this? Strong or Weak? Hard or soft? Sharp or dull…? I felt my pant's pocket for the knife I always carried with me. I pulled it out, and held it tightly. I stood there for maybe 2 minutes watching the soft rise and fall of his chest. Then, I stabbed him, he stopped breathing. Then, I stabbed him more.

Stomach.

Legs.

Arms.

Hands.

Head.

Heart.

I left the heart last because he would feel it the worst. My feelings, unclaimed by him, would be like a knife to the heart, so to speak.

Then I ripped out his organs, 1 by 1.

His Intestines.

Stomach.

Lungs.

Adrenals.

His Heart.

I wanted him to understand my heart was ripped out when I heard this girl like him. My heart was divided, crushed, like ground up meat.

No one cared for a silly Italian.

No one ever cared.