There it is.
In the distance, I saw my goal.
The home of Sam Wall.
I sped up, hoping to make it there quickly.
I put my hood up before anyone could see face.
There weren’t many people around, luckily. It was past midnight after all.
The house came closer, until eventually I stood at its door.
No time to waste, I thought to myself. The sooner it’s done the better.
I tried the front door. Locked.
I tried the all 1st floor windows. Locked too.
I tried the back door. Locked. What a surprise!
Damn, I thought. You had to go and make things difficult, didn’t you Sam?
I took out my knife, still covered in some blood from earlier, and hacked away at the door.
Eventually, I had made a hand-size hole.
She never lets me down, my knife.
I worked my arm through the hole, cutting it on splinters in the process.
I didn’t mind the pain. All worth it for the greater goal.
My hand clasped upon the lock, and twisted.
I heard a sharp click, and the door opened before me.
Time to get to work.
I snuck through the kitchen into the hallway. The stairs lay before me.
As I climbed each one individually, my heart began to pound.
I love this part of my life.
I reached the top of the stairs, and began to check each room individually.
After three rooms, I found him.
Sam Wall, dead to the world.
That quote would soon become an understatement.
I quietly made my way over to his bed, but stopped in front of a mirror.
My black hair, my white face, my lidless eyes and my home-made smile.
I looked like a mindless killer.
I reached his bedside, and lightly poked him.
I heard him groan and yawn.
The he turned towards me.
He tried to scream, but nothing came out.
‘Am I so beautiful that you are lost for words, Sam?’ I asked.
I leaned over, held him down and pulled out my knife.
‘Go to sleep’ I whispered in his ear.