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He lived his life to the fullest. That is what made me so disturbed, that is why I hated him so. As he laughed, as he ran, as he jumped up and down, He diturbed me. He made me sick. I wanted him gone, I have always wanted him gone, and gone soon will he be.
Now I must keep the word of his vanishing day, for what will one man missing do to this world, nothing, nothing I tell you. Not a soal will care for his death. Then I shall take care of him, yes. The one you wish to kill, will never expect it will.
He takes his run every morning at five, and this, this is were I shall meet my prey, no this is not where he shall die, oh no, far too soon this is, he does not even know me. Yet I yearn to kill him, so I place a brick right after a turn so he may fall. Then as he ran by, just as I new, he triped on the brick, and fell to the ground. Then I ran to his aid, picked him up and asked if he was hurt.
I took him home and set him in bed. Yes, I could kill him here, but still it is far to soon. When the time comes It shall come, but for now I have some plans, some splended plans. Every now and then I would hurt him with out him knowing, then come to his aid agian and again. Then each night I came to say good night. He told me he was weak, he told me he was not what he used to be. Sure I could of settled for that, his live life attitude was gone, I could leave and be done. NO, I am not fully happy. What if this attitude comes back? I must kill him, and kill him I will.
On the fourtythird night I walked in and shut the door. I told him I was going to kill him, I told him how I was going to kill him, I told him how long it was going to take to kill him. I told him what I would do with him when Im done killing him. Then in horror and disbelief, he called me a liar a lunatic, a madman. He called me crazy.
I took the pillow from his bed and stuffed it in his face. Tired from all his "accidents" It was Easy. Then I took him to the bath tube. Then I let the house on fire and layed on the bed. "all to easy," I wispered to myself.
Then when the blaze was put out I screamed for my friend "where is he! where is he! He was taking a bath," but then a fire fighter came to me and told me he was dead.
I cried, then wished I was gone to. In those days I new him he was my best friend
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Confessor-Rose - 12/02/2009
- good. It is similar to the tell tale heart by Edgar Allen Poe. If you havent read it you should.
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- Irako of the Desert - 12/01/2009
- Mmm... You really didn't build up the relationship to its fullest potential. I think you could have exaggerated the love-hate thing quite a bit more.
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