Ciara took of her bloody white boots and tosses them to the side. She wipes her bloody hands using the driver's shirt as a rag. She stands up and and walks out the truck barefoot towards her house. She grabs a rock and smashes her front door window. Red stained glass cursed the rug with painful footsteps. Ciara takes her hand pushes it through the now broken window that used to lie there. She takes her long arms and reachs for the lock by the doorknob. She manages to unlock the door.
"Home sweet home. To bad it's no longer as sweet as it used to be."
"Too bad I can't say the same for you. What would happened if that vehicle started to run on it's own." Ciara stares at Carlos is suprise.
Carlos sits there on her couch. He sits while drinking a cup of tea. His long feet lays on the living room table. He stands up and puts the tea cup down. He takes his long light arms and points towards the window.
"I wonder where did it go?"
Ciara runs toward to window to see that the truck was gone. "What do you want?"
"I need someone dead. Today."
"Excuse me?!"
"I need Sasha dead today."
"Never! You're the serial killer all this time. "
Carlos laughs loudly. "God no. Your little lover, Justin. He has the sweetest ass I've ever tasted. We'd fuck daily. That private service he attends everyday, was actually in my bedroom. You know what the best part is, he was a power bottom! He never liked pussy, that's why he never ate out of your fish market. He always suck on my balls as if it was honey."
Ciara crawls on the floor crying. She quietly crys and muffles while rolling around. She picks herself up. She grabs and washes a bunch of baby wipes and cleans her whole face off. Her full-lipped lipstick, her long eyebrows, her nude mascara, and her perfectly lined eyebrows were gone. She steps out her house and into someone's car.
She drives to two blocks down onto McFluffin Street. She steps out of the car with a poisonous rag folded in her hand and a knife in her pocket. She moves into the first building she sees and gently walks into Apt. 8t. She knocks on Sasha's door and it opens.
"Are your parents home?"
"No, not yet."
"Good. May I come in?"
"Ofcourse, anytime."
Ciara walks in and rests her coat on the couch. The pink wallpaper stunned her eyes. She looks around to see Sasha laying on her couch watching Spongebob Squarepants. Ciara moves in closer with the poisoned rag. Then she chokes Sasha with her mouth being covered. Ciara drops a little tear drop. She pulls Sasha's body onto the ground.
"So very Sasha. What's done is done. What have to be done, must be done. Rest in peace my love. One of the very few who actually knew me."
Ciara cries some more. She puts the spandex gloves on her small hands and pulls out her knives. She takes a permanent marker and marks around the eyes. She takes the sharp pointy knife and drags it straight through. Ciara know pulls the dislocated eyeballs from the dead body and places the eyeballs in a separate bag. Ciara crawls out of the window.