Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Tuesday10.04.07Cold Blooded MurdererYou want to know, I suppose, what turns a nice little girl like me into a cold blooded murderer. You want the truth? You want to know why I did it? Why i killed all those girls? Because I like it.
I wouldn't expect
you to know what it's like.
You have no idea. What it's like. To hold someone's life in your hands.
To be in control.
.
There's always that moment of acknowledgement between a killer and her victim. That instant when she realises your power, and she looks at you, and you look at her, and she pleads with her eyes. And you have a split second to decide: to save her, well, that's great. You could give her back her life, give her back to her family, her friends, the people that love her. But ...to kill her,
that's something different. To take away the one thing that most value above all - her life. Now that's
real power.
None of these girls deserved their lives. Look at them! The actor, the musician, the writer, the artist, the dancer, the model, the athlete. None of them appreciated what they had. They were the
best.
And that meant nothing to them.
I've never been the best. Smart, but never the smartest. Pretty, but never the prettiest. Talented, but never the most talented. But despite all this, I always thought I was special. I thought there was something inside me, lurking within, that would make me great.
..
But then I realised how stupid that was.
...
Posted by nayrakroarual at 11:05 PM
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