Sorry for taking a long time to write. This is short but I promise that by tomorrow I'll have more up.-chiquita-chichiri-gal
Chapter 3 Thoughts
During the time from which I came home till the moment they find my dead corpse, I had free time to think. And all I thought about was death that was all that I thought about. Thinking about what to do when Melanie came to the funeral...... Surely Daniel would be there as well. Maybe I would make a display out of them during the procession. No One would know. They would only look in horror as their countenances are sliced open. Seeing the skin split open and overflow with blood and hearing the agonized screams. The horror of seeing the macabre death unfolding before their very eyes and yet not being able to do anything to save them.... Or strangulation. That would be reserved for Melanie. The feel of her life drifting away in my very hands. Slicing and stabbing would be reserved for Daniel, to see him spurt blood and the look of confusion and pain in his eyes would be perfect. Cutting beneath his eyes to create a semblance of tears of blood dripping down his face. Showing the regret of his actions in physical form since he would never admit it willingly. No one would know except him, me and Melanie. Yet they would be dead by the time it's all over. Me already in the coffin, dead......lifeless. Ironic that they would be coming to my funeral only to be killed by the very person that they came to essentially see. Yes I'm growing anxious to the moment when they find my mutilated corpse. For the day of my revenge to come to life. *laughs* Life. Such an easy thing to take away. Hope Steph comes early and finds the corpse.......my corpse. I'm getting restless............