I hate them. I hate them with such a passion that all I can think about is how happy I will be when I never have to see or hear them again. I sit in my room and write out their names in perfect cursive.
One by one they will disappear and anyone else who gets in my way.
I've never done this, but I have enough knowledge on how I'm getting away with this. I've watched them for the past month. I know what car they drive, I know where they live and work. I know where I could find them. I even managed to learn to track their phones.
Saturday is the day I'm killing the sisters at their house. Then on New Year's Kayla will be gone. I'll have to wait a few months and when Spring Break comes around London and Erica will end up dead.
I open up my small notebook and write gently on to the paper.
Buy gloves, cotton balls, shoe covers, hair cap, and hydrogen peroxide.
I'll have to burn at least ten of these sheets of paper. I close my notebook and set it on my bedside table. I take out the prepaid cell I got from some guy I met in the wrong side of town. He was cute, but I never got his name.
I think to myself the way I will end up killing the sisters since they live in a surveillanced neighborhood. I'd have to do it at night and make it look like a break in gone wrong. If I entered from the back no one would see me and I could jump the fence. However, I do know that they are going to a college tour in two weeks so, I could just kill them on the side of the road and make it seem like they crashed.
I need to find that alley guy again. Maybe he knows someone who can help me plan this out. I start to think about how each one of them will die off. It makes me feel warm inside knowing I would never have to hear them talk about others, how 'perfectly imperfect' their lives are or their opinions on the world.
I change into my pajamas, brush my teeth, and turn out the lights. I make my way to my bed and get underneath the covers. I think about the months ahead and fall asleep.ns 220.127.116.11da2