Is your mind as dark as mine?
The mere sight of her was enough to strike an insane chord inside of me. I could figure out 101 ways to kill her for hours on end.
I pull her by her hair, dragging her across the floor. The smell of the blood dripping from her nose is sweet with a tinge of iron that makes the hair on my spine tickle with rapture. She quit begging me to stop hitting her on realizing that sympathy was not my cup of tea. Little did she know that her audacity landed her where she’s now, helpless and alone.
I contemplate unique ways to dispose off the corpse. But she’s still breathing softly amidst the darkness of my mind that surrounds her. Soon this blackness would engulf her into an image I’ll play over and over again in my head.
Did she moan or was it the chair that creaked that I had been sitting on?
The sight of her long black hair makes me loathe her even more. Just as I was about to throttle her to death an idea struck me. I stood still thinking through the idea, the murder. The whole picture finally coming together makes me smile.
Out of utter darkness, a cabinet appears wherein lies a pair of scissors just waiting for the mere touch of my fingers against the cold, hard silver that, in a way resonates my heart.
I cut all her hair till her head is shingled. Then I reach for her bruised mouth and open it wide which is bloody red, making it impossible to me to figure out the color of her teeth.
She’s still breathing, I realise. Not for long, I whisper in her ear. Her hair was long enough for what I wanted to do.
I stuffed it in her mouth, all of it.
The hair wouldn’t go in since her mouth was small so I jerked them in only to crack her jaw.
I wouldn’t leave the corpse out here in this darkness, no.
In an instant the dark room turns into the hazy image of the old school building.
I’m in the hallway, standing at the mouth of the staircase. I push the body down the flight of stairs only to see it crash against the wall in the most unnatural and disfigured manner ever.
“Nameera, I can smell the tea burning” I quickly dash into the kitchen but half of it has already evaporated into the thin air. Great.
“Um, I’ll make it again” I tell my mom. “Where is your mind these days” she ponders eyeing me carefully (looking for a trickle of blood from my recent kill, maybe?¿).
I purse my lips and get back to work.