America's murderer

1.

"Fuck. I did it again." July mumbled.

The blood from a cat she found and killed dripped from her finger tips.
The girl looked at the cat laying in a hole she dug. Its head disconnected from the body.

The girl was bored out of her mind. Stuck in her own thoughts. That's what made her daydream.
That's what's happening now.
She's daydreaming.
As July made her way outside she heard a cat meow in the bushes of her house.
That's going to be her target.

She walked up to the cat taking it and bringing it to her basement. July took out her pocket knife and checked the blade to see if it was sharp enough.
It was.
The girl took the cat and tied its legs together, took the knife and slowly started to cut it's throat to see it suffer.
She cut the cats skin all around.
Then she stopped and slowly pet the cat.

You see... July didn't do this herself.
Her mind was so fucked up it made her do it.

Stab.

She stabbed the cat to death.

Stab
Stab
Stab
Stab
Stab

She stabbed it so much that it's head was holding only by the spine

Snap

The spine couldn't hold the weight of the head anymore and just snapped.
It rolled like a meter from July.

She stood up, walked up and grabbed the head and started walking out of the basement and went to the woods that were just behind her house.
Digging the hole with her hands she places the cat in the hole.

"Fuck. I did it again."