UnSub's POV
I stare at the knife in my hand in disbelief. Drew is dead at my feet, with all of the blood drained from his body. This was never part of my plan, this can't be happening right now. What am I supposed to do...I can't explain this one away.
I want to talk to Spencer about it, but what am I supposed to say. 'Hi Spencer. I know I haven't seen you all week, but I need to talk to you now. I killed my abusive ex-boyfriend, and he's lying on the street in front of my house. Can you help me?' No, I can't say that. I'll think of something though.
I'm panicking. I know I can't just stand here, so I run back to my house as fast as I can. Once I'm through the trees, I strip off all of my clothes, and then run up the ramp with them, being careful not to get blood anywhere. Once I'm in my house, I dump them in the wash basket, and take a shower.
When I'm in the shower I cry. I cry about Drew, I cry about Spencer, I cry about myself. I just cry about my life until I can't cry anymore. After sitting in the shower for a few hours, I get out, and once I'm dry I put on my dressing gown, and exit my bedroom.
I walk into the kitchen, and open my knife draw. I have almost two dozen identical knives to use on the people I intend to kill. They're 7 inch blades, with large black handles - similar to the type chefs use. It's a shame I won't get to use them. I take one out, and walk to the living room.
I think about everything that's wrong with me and my life, and it gives me the strength to bring the knife up to my neck...I should be crying, but I'm not. I have no tears left. This is what I want...
A/N: what d'you think she'll do? (;;;;