My name is Maxwell, of which my last name is of no importance. 75 minutes ago, I murdered my wife in cold blood, our 2-year-old boy still in his crib, and I am waiting for things to come. It's June 8th, 1986, it was a good day so far, and killing my wife is by no means an exception to the goodness of my day. Sure, there will be some things I'll miss, but all in all, not too much. As for my child, well I can hope is that the police get there quick enough to deal with the boy. He doesn't deserve to die a tragic and lonely death all tucked up in his bed, but if that's what fate befalls the boy, then so be it.
It's funny, nothing really led up to this. I was a pretty decent husband. We met in high school, we were friends for a few years, then I noticed I had feelings for the woman. It took awhile to get things going, but once they started it seemed like there was no end to our excitement. We got married a few years into our relationship, and then I few years afterwards we had our son. There were few fights in between those years, but if there were, I was quick to make her shut up about it, as I should. One of the arguments even got a little out of hand. After I slapped her, she retaliated to my surprise, she'd never done this before. She threatened me with a knife that was in the kitchen, and I grabbed the knife from her, causing her to get cut. And while things may have gone back to normal after that, this increasing sadistic urge to see her bleed grew over time, as to which it grew unbearable and I did it, I killed her. The day was going perfectly, no arguments, no hiccups, no nothing. She was using the same knife she threatened me with to cut up leftover ham from the night previous.
I walked up behind her, slowly caressing her back, kissing her ears all while smiling. I tell her she looks beautiful in that white dress of hers. She thanks me but tells me to back off as she's trying to finish. I offer to help cut it up for her as she's been doing this for awhile, and she happily obliges. She hands me the knife and tells me to go to town. I laugh and say I will. Once she turns her back, I ever so swiftly walk behind her and grab her throat, and I proceed to stab her a few times in the back, the feeling so satisfying that I almost let go over her throat. She tried fighting back but there was no use as I stabbed her over and over again. The beautiful white dress now drenched in an even more beautiful red. As I was about to play with her blood and relish what I had done, a loud blaring horn in the distance brought me back for a second. Realizing what I had done, I decided that I couldn't stay for long. I quickly cut off one of her ears and made my way to somewhere far.
And here I am sitting, and writing this down in my notebook. Her ear just barely warm to the touch, it tucked into my pocket, slightly damp from blood and my own sweat. I loved that woman, she truly did satisfy me until the end.
