Why

Why would I do such a thing? I do not know the answer to this question. I continue to ask myself every single damn day, since I committed the murder of a woman I have never met. She was a beautiful woman, with blonde curls that flew behind her as the wind kissed her round face. She probably had a family that she was going home to the night I decided to take her life. I did not even know what her name was. She was young, helpless, and clueless.

It was so easy to coax her into my car that stormy night. She thanked me in an innocent voice. It almost convinced me to let her go. We began to talk about our interests and other unnecessary topics to talk about on your last night of life. She was giving me the most basic directions to her home. On the last street to turn on, I continued to go straight. She told me that I had missed the turn. I replied that it was okay, I know another way to get back to where we were. Her body began to shake ever so slightly. No one would have noticed it, but I was keeping a very close eye on her.

Just thinking of how I would end her life that night made my body tingle with pleasure. I felt the need to have her blood run between my fingers; to taste the sweet seduction slide down my throat. It leaves me grinning, when I remember how frightened she was. She should be thanking me. Now she doesn’t have to worry about the stress of getting to school on time, making her parents happy, or even about paying off her school tuition. I still cannot fathom of a reason why I would take such a young soul.

Her baby blue eyes began to tear up, as she realized what was to come. I tried to calm her with soothing words. My tone only seemed to cause her to tremble more. I pulled into my driveway, as the tears started to stream down her face. She tried to open the door, but I was smart and I put the child lock on before I got into the car this morning. She started to claw at the door and scratch at the window; she screamed for help. Of course no one would come, because no one lived near me. They were all empty houses. No one wanted to live in a run-down neighborhood. I grabbed the duct tape from the center console and began to tape her hands tightly together. I have learned that you should do the hands first, so that they cannot pull the tape from their mouth or escape as easily.

It took me a while to get to where I am now: to know how to commit murder. Just watch a few episodes of CSI on the television, and learn what not to do. It is also easy to search this information on a public computer as well. Never use a personal computer, because it will be easier to trace. It is simple to slaughter innocent people, without getting caught. I do not understand why more people are not getting away murders.

She continued to scream, but the tape was muffling her voice. I picked her up, carrying her over my shoulder and into my lovely home. Her hands were beating against my back. I probably still have bruises left over from that night. I brought her into the basement, and sat her down in a chair with a single light bulb illuminating the room. She stared at me with such fear, but…there was something else hidden behind her eyes. Hatred. I think it was hatred. Her eyes pulled me in throughout the entire night. I had to ignore those beautiful, innocent eyes, if I wanted to complete my mission. I grabbed the rope that was sitting on top of the tool bench beside us. I wrapped it in a confusing knot around her body, and the chair. She stopped trying to get away. I think she knew…knew that she wasn’t going to make it out of my basement alive. If there is no chance, why keep trying to fight?