All I wanted to do was eliminate her, or even better, get her out of my life. However, the feeling of content as the sharp edged metal blade pierced through her body. Murder, that was what it was called. The plan of walking to her house at three in the morning, a sheet of cloth dipped in chloroform to cover her mouth, and shipping her to another country in an Amazon box was ruined. Yet, the moment I walked into the kitchen of her house, looking at the knife made me crave for something. It was to be with him while she was six feet under. And, when you want something, you get it. I watched as her breathing went slow, her eyes darting for help, and the pain that was easily painted on her milky face. Absorbing every moment of it.
