The knife in my hand, the killer had run away. I stand up and find a tissue, wiping my fingerprints
"Can't let them know. You owe me this time, killer. I just save us. I'll blame it on some homeless man killed my parents"
I put the knife next to my mom, the corpse, ah yes, cold. Adjust the knife, perfect! Aha, now it looks like some homeless man did it.
"You know, I didn't do anything. I'm just a kid, a little one."
I love talking to myself, nobody hears me
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Bloody hell…I fell asleep, again, yes, great, with a fucking corpse
"You know, I dreamed about my childhood. It was great, lady."
I don't know what to say…Not because I'm scared. I just don't want to lie. Lying to dead people feels like wasting words."
…
"You know, they say kids don't know what they're doing. I like that. It means I can do anything."
I chuckled
"I used to carve hearts out of frogs back then too. Smaller, squishier. But yours?"
I look at the woman, laying on floor, blood everywhere
"Elegant."
I was dissecting her body in my kitchen floor but fell asleep, how dumb I am. She has a beautiful heart, a good set of kidneys. Can be cooked and eaten or kept in the cupboard.
"Okay, that's it. You're lucky I haven't skinned you yet. I've taken all your parts, and the cattle will probably eat your body if I grind it soft and mix it with their food. They will love it, lady"
I was talking then my eyes caught a cat, a black one, how adorable. It looks skinny, pathetic
"You want some, kitty?"
I cut the left ear and throw it to the cat
"What a cutie."