The first time I saw her, the entire world stood still, it was then I knew I had a purpose and that purpose was to hate her with my entire being, hate her long wavy hair, her beautiful azure eyes, her smooth porcelain skin, her small tender lips and her hypnotising voice, I hated it all and always have, from the day we entered middle school till the end of our senior high school year, to the day we entered college to the day she married some hotshot lawyer, I hated her, I have always thought about her and I have always had the feeling, that feeling that always tells me, if she is not dead, if I don't kill her, then my life will be incomplete, but I can't just walk up to her and just stab her, no, I need practice first, which is why I'm in a black Mercedes waiting outside the parking lot of the building of the swim team from my old college.
I have been stalking this kid since two weeks ago, I know exactly where he will be on a Wednesday night, swimming laps, in the pool, all alone.
At exactly 23:45 the double doors swung open, an athletic man caring a duffle bag exited. He was my prey.
I know, me, a 5'8 woman fighting a 6ft man, no way in hell she will win, well, I've been known to to do the impossible. I hurriedly exited my car, running towards him. " Sir, sir, please help, there is this man, he's chasing me " I begged, wearing the same fearful expression I had been practicing for the past few days. I held onto him, clutching his biceps tightly. " Please, he'll kill me " I cried, shedding fake crocodile tears.
It was not long until he succumbed to the fearful girl act, he helped me up " Should I take you to police, ma'am? " he asked, his voice laced with worry. I nodded my head, letting him lead me to his cxar, as I walked, following closely behind him, I pulled out the long knife I grabbed from my kitchen counter and staked it through his back. He groaned in pain as I retreated my hand, he spun around quickly and pushed me away, I tumbled backwards, falling on my butt, he quickly ran, stumbling due to the blow on his back. I quickly recovered, jumping up and running towards him with inhuman speed, those days on the track team did me good. I jumped up his back and repeatedly stabbed him over and over again until I tumbled on the ground with him, he was finally dead. A little sloppy but with practice, ill be killing people left and right.
I was panting heavily, looking down on the dead body, I walked away, Lisa Hamilton,I'm coming for you
