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In My Mind: The First

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IMPORTANT NOTE:

I do not condone murder, it was merely an idea I had.

WARNINGS:

Contains a bit of gory details

In My Mind: The First-IMPORTANT NOTE:
I do not condone murder, it was merely an idea I had. 
WARNINGS:
Contains a bit of gory

The First

I don't know her name. Nor does it matter, but I can hear her footsteps. She's terrified, and she has every right to be. There it is again, that clunk. The klutz knocked something over. It doesn't matter. She will fall. The knife hardly weighs anything as it trails along the wall, the cold steel slicing through the thin paper. The sound, it's music to my ears. The wooden door frame is barely holding up. Odd, she never fixed it.

Ooh, another clunk. I hear you.

You're right above me, girl, what is it you're doing? Please, continue your frantic cries for help that will be lost in the woods. I know it's welling up in your sore throat. Tired already? Such a shame.

Raise your head, my darling. You know how to, and very well so. You want to know what I want? Well, if I tell, the secret will die with you. You'll die anyways, not to worry. Just raise your head so I can see the fear in your eyes. Oh, there they are.

I know you see it now. You're wondering why you never saw it before. Yes, the doorway. An injured gazelle can still run. Run, girl.

She's gotten past me in such a rush, she probably doesn't notice the rust colored blood she left on the floor. Poor thing, so terrified her nose started bleeding. Not a problem.

I know you hear me whistling. It's an interesting feeling, the fear radiates off of you. Terror rolls from your body in waves. I haven't even harmed you yet, girl. Please, relax.

You're right, absolutely perfectly correct. I am sick. A sick and twisted mind. Crazed? Probably that too.

I like that you're screaming. Carry on. You seem to have a second wind, now that the blade has gotten its taste of blood. The cut on your cheek isn't deep. Yet.

There it is, the rush of adrenaline. I'm an addict to it. Keep running, the old floorboards won't hold. You'll-

You're quite beautiful my dear.

She is dead. Fell through the third floor and crash. The wood, matted hair and blood, the only wound from me, it's all down there. You have led yourself to death.

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