--Last Chapter, but certainly not my last story. Love me!--
I sat in front of my bathroon mirror cleaning my work tools. I stared deep into my cold dark eyes, giving myself the same look I gave passer-bys, wondering what they saw when they looked at me. What she saw.
Squeek squeek squeek. The sound of cloth on metal suprised me, and I threw the clean instrument to the side. There was blood on my hand. Blood on me. Imagine that. I held my hand up to the light. It was her blood and my blood. I'd cut myself cleaning and her fluid remained from this night's happenings. I wished to finish before sunrise, but looking out the windwo I realized that was not going to happen. But our blook mixxed on my hand and then continued its way through my viens.
I'll never be able to forget her expression, and I'll probably never sleep again. What a girl. What a girl, that Devi D. She tried her damnest to save me, but what can you do? Some of us just aren't meant to be saved. Call me naive, call me a quieter, but I'm starting to believe I'm one of those people.
She held my hand for hours, and in the end, I just couldn't handle it. The inside of my head hurt, and everything pounded, and I just killed her. I don't feel better, but to be truthful, I don't feel worse. I feel like I'm comming to terms with my inhumanity, and if that's so wrong, then so be it. I'm outta here.
I did have one vice that I cared to secure before I left. I had no paper in my house, nor any writing utensils, so I bought some. I wrote Squee a quick note explaining that I was leaving that I'd be back. I would definately, definately, be back.
I slipped the note under his bedroom window, but I broke it before I left to call his attention to it in the morning. I watched him sleep for a while, marveling in the innocence of youth, but then I left. I packed my clothing into my car and I drove off.
Just remember that you don't know me. Don't assume anything about me, don't second guess me. Because you don't have a clue.
--Fin--
--Look for my sequel later on =D--
I sat in front of my bathroon mirror cleaning my work tools. I stared deep into my cold dark eyes, giving myself the same look I gave passer-bys, wondering what they saw when they looked at me. What she saw.
Squeek squeek squeek. The sound of cloth on metal suprised me, and I threw the clean instrument to the side. There was blood on my hand. Blood on me. Imagine that. I held my hand up to the light. It was her blood and my blood. I'd cut myself cleaning and her fluid remained from this night's happenings. I wished to finish before sunrise, but looking out the windwo I realized that was not going to happen. But our blook mixxed on my hand and then continued its way through my viens.
I'll never be able to forget her expression, and I'll probably never sleep again. What a girl. What a girl, that Devi D. She tried her damnest to save me, but what can you do? Some of us just aren't meant to be saved. Call me naive, call me a quieter, but I'm starting to believe I'm one of those people.
She held my hand for hours, and in the end, I just couldn't handle it. The inside of my head hurt, and everything pounded, and I just killed her. I don't feel better, but to be truthful, I don't feel worse. I feel like I'm comming to terms with my inhumanity, and if that's so wrong, then so be it. I'm outta here.
I did have one vice that I cared to secure before I left. I had no paper in my house, nor any writing utensils, so I bought some. I wrote Squee a quick note explaining that I was leaving that I'd be back. I would definately, definately, be back.
I slipped the note under his bedroom window, but I broke it before I left to call his attention to it in the morning. I watched him sleep for a while, marveling in the innocence of youth, but then I left. I packed my clothing into my car and I drove off.
Just remember that you don't know me. Don't assume anything about me, don't second guess me. Because you don't have a clue.
--Fin--
--Look for my sequel later on =D--