Product of a Murderer
I'm A Monster
PRESENT
Shit. What have I done? Oh god. This can't be happening. I'm just dreaming, I could never kill someone.
"Analisse? What's going on?" I look up from the dead body lying at my feet, Alan, my boyfriend is standing in the door way with horror in his eyes. "Analisse, is that Jeremy?" i opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn't seem to form any words. Yes, that is my ex boyfriend's dead body lying on the floor, and yes I did kill him. But I couldn't speak. I dropped the knife that was in my hand and started walking towards Alan.
"I-Alan, what have I done?!" I screamed, I could feel warms streaks making their way down my cheeks, before I knew it, I dropped to the ground, screaming, yelling. Alan was still at the door not knowing what to do, and I was on the floor blood all over my clothes, me hands, what have I done?
I heard Alan take out his phone, "No. Don't call the police. Please, I can't go to jail." i pleaded. He put his phone back into his jacket pocket. He walked into Jeremy's apartment and over to the sink. When He came back over to me he had bleach, sponges, and pine sol. He set all the supplies on the floor, took off his jacket, revealing his favorite Pink Floyd shirt, then went to find the bathroom. When he came back he had a shower curtain in his hands, "Ana, I need you to go to the store and buy duct tape. Can you do that?" His voice was shaking, the fear still in his eyes. I nodded and went back to the bathroom to clean off all the blood.
When i finished getting all the blood off my hands, face and out of my hair the sink was stained a rustic red. When I looked into the mirror, i didn't see myself. I saw a monster.
TWO YEARS EARLIER
"Analisse, I am so sick of your shit! All you do is sit around on your ass all day, while I work!" Jeremy was yelling again, his face just inches from mine. I knew better than to say anything. I could see his hand drawing back, from the corner of my eye. Before I knew it he had slapped me so hard, I'd been thrown to the ground. This was the 4 time this week and it was only Wednesday. I need to get away. I need to find a way to get out of here.
It was two in the morning, I could feel Jeremy asleep next to me. It's time to go. Time to get past all of this. I packed a bag and left as quietly as I could. I had money saved up, and bought a bus ticket to San Jose, California. Time to start over.
Shit. What have I done? Oh god. This can't be happening. I'm just dreaming, I could never kill someone.
"Analisse? What's going on?" I look up from the dead body lying at my feet, Alan, my boyfriend is standing in the door way with horror in his eyes. "Analisse, is that Jeremy?" i opened my mouth to reply, but I couldn't seem to form any words. Yes, that is my ex boyfriend's dead body lying on the floor, and yes I did kill him. But I couldn't speak. I dropped the knife that was in my hand and started walking towards Alan.
"I-Alan, what have I done?!" I screamed, I could feel warms streaks making their way down my cheeks, before I knew it, I dropped to the ground, screaming, yelling. Alan was still at the door not knowing what to do, and I was on the floor blood all over my clothes, me hands, what have I done?
I heard Alan take out his phone, "No. Don't call the police. Please, I can't go to jail." i pleaded. He put his phone back into his jacket pocket. He walked into Jeremy's apartment and over to the sink. When He came back over to me he had bleach, sponges, and pine sol. He set all the supplies on the floor, took off his jacket, revealing his favorite Pink Floyd shirt, then went to find the bathroom. When he came back he had a shower curtain in his hands, "Ana, I need you to go to the store and buy duct tape. Can you do that?" His voice was shaking, the fear still in his eyes. I nodded and went back to the bathroom to clean off all the blood.
When i finished getting all the blood off my hands, face and out of my hair the sink was stained a rustic red. When I looked into the mirror, i didn't see myself. I saw a monster.
TWO YEARS EARLIER
"Analisse, I am so sick of your shit! All you do is sit around on your ass all day, while I work!" Jeremy was yelling again, his face just inches from mine. I knew better than to say anything. I could see his hand drawing back, from the corner of my eye. Before I knew it he had slapped me so hard, I'd been thrown to the ground. This was the 4 time this week and it was only Wednesday. I need to get away. I need to find a way to get out of here.
It was two in the morning, I could feel Jeremy asleep next to me. It's time to go. Time to get past all of this. I packed a bag and left as quietly as I could. I had money saved up, and bought a bus ticket to San Jose, California. Time to start over.
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