Online forums are wicked—filled with toxic people building upon their own toxicity. Who would have thought I'm standing over one of them, a smile tugging at the corner of my cherry lips.
A body lay faced down, dark red liquid pooling around her in thick sheets. The knife glinted in the faintest light—a threat to those who would enter the house.
"Goodnight, Janice... too bad a soul like you lost their way..." I said, cold steel in my voice. Kneeling down I adjusted her dirty blonde hair, bringing it away from her mother like features—a middle aged mother like her had no clue she's end up... dead.
Her real name wasn't Janice, but I didn't want to feel remorse. "Oh Janice... you should've thought long and hard before telling me those things."
You poor thing. It's sad really. Little taps of droplets on the windows–a certain eeriness settled upon the house. I just look at her body—not one emotion betraying it.
"How does it feel to be on this end of the blade?"