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~ Chapter Seven ~

He had scrubbed his hands that night, the blood dripping down the sink as tears ran down his cheeks. He hadn't meant to kill her, he didn't want to do it. He had been watching her for so long now, it was nothing that he thought was going to do her any harm, he had only wished she would notice him, speak to him.. anything.

He bit down on his lip, shaking his head as he looked at his reflection. His eyes were red from crying, small blots of blood coated his cheek as he inhaled sharply. It was her blood all over him, he wasn't sure how to feel about it, it was like he had a piece of her with him all the time but a reminder that he had been the one to take her away from this world.

"No stop!" He closed his eyes as her screams ran though his head, his hands on his head as he tried to force all of those thoughts out, "Get off me!" He could see her tear stained face as she tried to fight him off.

Slaps, kicks, punches, screams, tears, shouts – nothing would leave her mind as he gripped onto the sink, falling down onto the floor. Blood stained his shirt, as he looked down at it, frowning at the mere sight of it as he remembered the joy he had felt as he raised the knife above his head, the fear in her eyes only seemed to make it so much better.

He turned around to face the wall, smiling at the many photographs he held of the girl he loved so much, the girl who had never loved him, the girl who never even looked at him. He had been delivering her mail for years now, and not even a word of thanks, nothing... but he still loved her, he always would.

He walked over to the wall, letting his fingers graze over her beautiful smile. He loved her, he always had but now she was gone, he would have moved on a long time ago if she hadn't done those secret glances, if she didn't love him secretly. Now he was going to have to move on to someone else, he needed someone to love him like Tawni had. He needed that.

He sighed, turning around to grab a photograph on the table, "Sonny Munroe." He whispered to himself, smiling as he touched the photo, she was going to be next. The urge to kill again was more frightening than before, to feel his body on top of another girls.. it had all felt so good.

And she would be next.

A/N: A rather subtle hint as to who it is there ;)

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