I enjoy hearing Ember scream in terror every night. She is finally the one suffering. I can not wait till I can thank the person who took away her happiness. I hope everything gets worse for her. I want her friends gone next. Then I want her gone. It would be amazing to watch pure horror fill her eyes. I want her suffer more, losing her parents is not enough. I want her to lose everything.
I want to prove that she is far from perfect. I want her to watch as the life drains from the eyes of those she loves. I think all of this every time I see her smile or laugh, I hate seeing her happy. Wanting nothing more than to end her. Making her perfect little life into a sad pathetic one. Though I can't go getting my hands dirty now can I. After telling her everything will be fine. I grab my keys and head out to leave. Interacting with my little puppet for a second. My puppet will make everything much more interesting.
I am going to my special place. It's the place where I feel the most me. It's the graveyard where I plan on burying all my secrets. Sometimes when I come here there is a burial service or two going on. I love to observe the people around the coffin. I can always tell who is faking their emotions. I think I'll give an Oscar worthy performance when I am at the burial for three of my family members. I will be crying on the outside and cheering on the inside.
Almost like at my dogs burial. Everyone else thought he was hit by a car. I knew the truth on how he died. I grabbed a big heavy rock and repeatedly crushed him with it. I did it until I saw the blood dripping out of him. His body completely destroyed skull caved in, eyes popping out of his head. I also staged him in the road so everyone believed me.
I have to get to work now. My job is to keep the party going in this popular night club. I sell pills of all kinds to the people. The owner let's me do business here. He says I bring in more people than the DJ. Not surprising lots of people love to forget why they were crying every night for a week. People love having a chance to live in the moment without feelings getting in the way. It is kind of funny to think I am a drug dealer. Mainly because I don't need drugs to feel great. No, I am not like other people all I need is a little taste of blood. It is the only thing I truly crave. I would do anything to see all of the people I hate covered in the thing flowing inside of them giving them life. Watching as their eyes go into shock as I take that all away from them.