It was a Monday...or maybe a Tuesday...I don't really remember, my head was kind of foggy that morning. The morning-after I liked to call it. The day where I basked in the glow of a successful murder. This time it was a pretty brunette with red stained lips and large eyes, I still had the marks from her nails etched in red across my arms from her struggle. God I loved the struggle.
But not as much as the look, over the years I had gotten extremely good at finding this look. It was very fleeting and if you blinked you'd miss it, you'd miss the moment where their eyes went wide and their skin ghostly pale. It was the look they gave when they realised they were going to die, and it was my heroine. If you hadn't noticed yet, I'm not a very sane individual, I'm crazy not stupid. I knew there wasn't something right with me from child-hood, perhaps it was the excruciating feelings of boredom and uninterest or perhaps it was the images of strangling and burning the body of my cousin, I don't know...
Any way back to my story. The morning was muggy and damp from the previous rainfall, not many people were out on the streets and if I hadn't already done it, I'd be murdering someone in a back alley close by. It was the perfect day for it.
I had taken to using a public laundry mat as it gave me a semblance of normalcy and made it so the blood from my clothes would be left there and not at my home. I had only been killing for five years and I planned to continue for many more, I would be extremely pissed off if I got caught prematurely.
An old lady I had eventually taken a liking to sat behind a counter, counting coins or organising her pills into small containers. She was sweet enough, and didn't ask questions, my type of person basically.
The bell jingled as I opened the door, cold air slamming up against me. "You got the air-con fixed Ruth," I stated not really looking at her.
"Ah yes, one of my customers offered to do it, nice lady she is," I hummed, not listening to her as I made my way to a machine right at the back. It was my favourite, it was older than the others so no one bothered using it, it also made the strange red stains in it less suspicious.
The bell once again jingled and I sighed, disappointed that I would have to share the store with someone else. "Good morning Ruth," it was a woman, her voice was strangely baby like yet also old. She sounded like a child from the seventeenth century. "Ximena, how are you?" Ruth's voice lit up, she always seemed happy when someone found it worth their time to talk to her, however, this meant I had to listen to a redundant conversation.
"I'm fine thank you, how is the air-con holding up?" She must have been the one who fixed it.
"Very good, thank you once again dear," the conversation continued to go back and forth for a while, one bringing something up while the other responded before thanking them. Before long my clothes were ready and I was annoyed. That was never good.
Annoyance drove me to leading that girl into the woods last night and annoyance led me to bashing her skull in with a hammer.
"See ya, Ruth," I always felt it necessary to announce my presence, it probably had something to do with my thirst for attention. Ida looked over at me and I almost pulled my knife from my pocket. Silver, her eyes were silver, well more like an milky white colour, but they were strange and I didn't like them. Her long white hair reached down to the backs of her knees and I wanted to cut it off. I wanted to cut it off and strangle her with it before stabbing my knife into her eyes and pulling them out. I wanted to do many things to this girl, and that both excited and scared me.
What scared me more was the look she sent me, it was as if she was staring right into me, delving into my soul and picking apart every secret I had. It was now when I realised she was blind, and now when I realise that she knew everything from the very beginning, and something tells me she knew how it would all end as well.