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The Body
There she was .......,
Cold silent and dead, as I looked at her, I felt a sense of guilt, this death could only ever be caused by myself, I felt a weight being placed on my shoulders. A weight I can never only be mine and mine alone. A weight that I could never be able to remove, but let’s be frank it’s my entire fault.........
OK let’s go back to the star
5 hours before this time, approximately at 20:00 my body was shivering, I couldn’t think straight, my fingers were moving in all directions, I had no direction nor purpose with the knife on my hand. It was as if another version of myself had popped up, as I stabbed her, looking deep into her eyes, my heart filled with vengeance, full of anger. I could taste her blood it was like berry juice but non the less, I loved it, I wont lie “GOD” I loved it, as I tried to convince myself about it was, I knew I loved every bit of it, now let me be frank with you, I figuratively could taste the blood not literally.
But lets be honest these are both the me ever they both reek the same smell, if u ever tried to smell blood u would know what I mean, You don’t have to practically place your nose on something in order to be able to know how it really smells, firstly you smell with your brain and yes you can contradict what I’m saying as much as you want but its the truth, whether you agree with it or not its biologically true and it makes sense. Well logically there is a big gap but its the truth non the less.
So I came into the room her body all dangled with my man, lets to put it straight, my ex cause......
I wont get into the details of his downfall just yet. As I was saying, her body was all over that of Chris, they couldn’t get their hands off each other it was like they were glued to each other, now to be honest no sane person would ever sit around and watch that taking place, but hey nobody said I was just ANYBODY, and yes I wasn’t paying attention and I mean real close attention to what was going on, I’m just presuming that, that was the way everything went down. But to my surprise, its all I needed to believe in order to fuel my anger, and what a fuel it was. As I looked at her with a sense of betrayal written face, but hey who was looking forward to witnessing a murder, not me. Guess i was going to be the murderer, I mean your probably right, I love the sight of blood, the agony people go through is like something out of a fairy-tale for me. I mean I don’t want to kill people, but what can i say if the screams of people are what keep me sane, it sounds weird doesn’t it, but who ever really cares, I mean have you ever looked at a scary movie and I mean like really look closely, you will be able to understand the reasoning towards a persons psychopathic behaviour I mean its not equally a good or a bad thing, but its something that they cant help but feel. I’m not trying to justify anything but I’m just giving facts towards their actions. And their actions were kind of justified if you go back to the beginning of their lives, cause every weird person has a reason or something that makes them react in that manner, I mean being different doesn’t mean that a person is weird or peculiar, the more a person keeps things to themselves makes them even more dangerous, cause people that tend to be introvertive about certain things are more dangerous then the ones who are able to act out in a fit of rage, cause you can never go wrong with the feelings of those people . But lets face it being cagey is funny, I mean you might find yourself being killed by the most trusted in the room, just cause the most quite of them all. I mean you can look at a person and think that they are calm only to find that a person is planning for a serious murder, calmness doesn’t mean that a person is nice or a saint quite far from it actually, you see a person can go days pursuing the perfect revenge plot, even years as well too, but hey you might think that a person has forgotten about a certain adventure only to find out that they are planning for the perfect come back.
To get back to what I was saying, ...
Now her face was like candy for my bloody hands, all I wanted to do was strangle the life out of her, to be able to put her to sleep forever, I imagined it so many times that when she really did kick the bucket, I felt my soul getting peace, you know the blood on my hands never came as a surprise to me, being a perfectionist kicked in after that, the questions of what would be the perfect burial ground her, created through my thoughts, no single inch of regret, I had taken care of the hindrance in my life the soul reason for my unhappiness.
Now let me ask you something, If you were given 5 minutes to pick a murder weapon and make a death to happen, what would you do, considering the fact that the person to be killed deserves it, not that I’m being mean or anything but well she did need to die one way or the other, now speaking of death, I disposed of her body the best way I know how, now lets be honest in order to get away with murder you need to get rid of any evidence that links to it, and under any circumstances are you ever to be caught, and make sure you have a solid alimony to back you up.
Now I’m going to tell you something that a lot of murderers try to hide which is the fact that, putting flames on a corpse is the best way to get rid of it, and what a lot of people cant and will never be able to fathom is the fact of how and why they would get caught when they follow ever single precautions necessary in order for a perfect murder. The number one mistake any person could ever make is to tell someone about it, now even if its your own kid, you do not disclose such a thing to anyone, and after u criminated your corpse dispose of it, cause there is no case without any evidence.
And last but certainly not least is the empathy part, I mean how could I have killed you if I’m crying in your absence, word of advise if your not a crier then don’t speak in that way they will notice your disappear, I know what your thinking how could I cry about someone I don’t know? ......
now before I get to that, the key to a perfect murder is to be the least suspected, whilst being the inbetweener, meaning your never too involved or least involved, your never too early nor are you ever late, never be too perfect, make sure your only ever suspected and apologised too, though may sound slim but its full proof and trust me it wont let you down.
Now back to why I would ever show sentimentality for anyone is cause of the character I’m told I possess, but good thing about me is I have this problem of having different personas for every circumstance I’m in. And if I were to be in the presence of her family trust me I would cry, cause who likes seeing an old woman in tear more specifically if she’s unable to tell if a person is faking or not, now I know your probably wondering where Chris ended. More specifically if he is still alive, now I’m not so stupid as to let him wander around accusing me of something so wrong now do I, and who would ever believe that sweet, little me could ever murder someone in cold blood.
]Now I told this to the therapist my parents took me too].
We spent about 7 hours in this room, I could feel her being scared every time I got deeper I could feel the fear oozing out of her, and when I told her what I did to Chris I knew it was like putting a cherry on a cheese cake, the perfect crime she said.
When she took me out of the hypnosis she thought she has put me on,......
My parents faces were priceless not to mention the fact that the psychologist choice to cry, then I said it the big words.......
‘’I’m joking’’
Now mommy, and dad knew I wasn’t kidding about her not putting me in hypnosis cause it was too easy, too clean daddy said, and when I explained to her as to how I was able to fake being under. Her face was both relieved and worried, now that’s what happened in 2019.
But lets be fair I wasn’t joking about the death of that girl, and yes Chris was still in my basement paying for his betrayal.
© nosihlekatherine
Cold silent and dead, as I looked at her, I felt a sense of guilt, this death could only ever be caused by myself, I felt a weight being placed on my shoulders. A weight I can never only be mine and mine alone. A weight that I could never be able to remove, but let’s be frank it’s my entire fault.........
OK let’s go back to the star
5 hours before this time, approximately at 20:00 my body was shivering, I couldn’t think straight, my fingers were moving in all directions, I had no direction nor purpose with the knife on my hand. It was as if another version of myself had popped up, as I stabbed her, looking deep into her eyes, my heart filled with vengeance, full of anger. I could taste her blood it was like berry juice but non the less, I loved it, I wont lie “GOD” I loved it, as I tried to convince myself about it was, I knew I loved every bit of it, now let me be frank with you, I figuratively could taste the blood not literally.
But lets be honest these are both the me ever they both reek the same smell, if u ever tried to smell blood u would know what I mean, You don’t have to practically place your nose on something in order to be able to know how it really smells, firstly you smell with your brain and yes you can contradict what I’m saying as much as you want but its the truth, whether you agree with it or not its biologically true and it makes sense. Well logically there is a big gap but its the truth non the less.
So I came into the room her body all dangled with my man, lets to put it straight, my ex cause......
I wont get into the details of his downfall just yet. As I was saying, her body was all over that of Chris, they couldn’t get their hands off each other it was like they were glued to each other, now to be honest no sane person would ever sit around and watch that taking place, but hey nobody said I was just ANYBODY, and yes I wasn’t paying attention and I mean real close attention to what was going on, I’m just presuming that, that was the way everything went down. But to my surprise, its all I needed to believe in order to fuel my anger, and what a fuel it was. As I looked at her with a sense of betrayal written face, but hey who was looking forward to witnessing a murder, not me. Guess i was going to be the murderer, I mean your probably right, I love the sight of blood, the agony people go through is like something out of a fairy-tale for me. I mean I don’t want to kill people, but what can i say if the screams of people are what keep me sane, it sounds weird doesn’t it, but who ever really cares, I mean have you ever looked at a scary movie and I mean like really look closely, you will be able to understand the reasoning towards a persons psychopathic behaviour I mean its not equally a good or a bad thing, but its something that they cant help but feel. I’m not trying to justify anything but I’m just giving facts towards their actions. And their actions were kind of justified if you go back to the beginning of their lives, cause every weird person has a reason or something that makes them react in that manner, I mean being different doesn’t mean that a person is weird or peculiar, the more a person keeps things to themselves makes them even more dangerous, cause people that tend to be introvertive about certain things are more dangerous then the ones who are able to act out in a fit of rage, cause you can never go wrong with the feelings of those people . But lets face it being cagey is funny, I mean you might find yourself being killed by the most trusted in the room, just cause the most quite of them all. I mean you can look at a person and think that they are calm only to find that a person is planning for a serious murder, calmness doesn’t mean that a person is nice or a saint quite far from it actually, you see a person can go days pursuing the perfect revenge plot, even years as well too, but hey you might think that a person has forgotten about a certain adventure only to find out that they are planning for the perfect come back.
To get back to what I was saying, ...
Now her face was like candy for my bloody hands, all I wanted to do was strangle the life out of her, to be able to put her to sleep forever, I imagined it so many times that when she really did kick the bucket, I felt my soul getting peace, you know the blood on my hands never came as a surprise to me, being a perfectionist kicked in after that, the questions of what would be the perfect burial ground her, created through my thoughts, no single inch of regret, I had taken care of the hindrance in my life the soul reason for my unhappiness.
Now let me ask you something, If you were given 5 minutes to pick a murder weapon and make a death to happen, what would you do, considering the fact that the person to be killed deserves it, not that I’m being mean or anything but well she did need to die one way or the other, now speaking of death, I disposed of her body the best way I know how, now lets be honest in order to get away with murder you need to get rid of any evidence that links to it, and under any circumstances are you ever to be caught, and make sure you have a solid alimony to back you up.
Now I’m going to tell you something that a lot of murderers try to hide which is the fact that, putting flames on a corpse is the best way to get rid of it, and what a lot of people cant and will never be able to fathom is the fact of how and why they would get caught when they follow ever single precautions necessary in order for a perfect murder. The number one mistake any person could ever make is to tell someone about it, now even if its your own kid, you do not disclose such a thing to anyone, and after u criminated your corpse dispose of it, cause there is no case without any evidence.
And last but certainly not least is the empathy part, I mean how could I have killed you if I’m crying in your absence, word of advise if your not a crier then don’t speak in that way they will notice your disappear, I know what your thinking how could I cry about someone I don’t know? ......
now before I get to that, the key to a perfect murder is to be the least suspected, whilst being the inbetweener, meaning your never too involved or least involved, your never too early nor are you ever late, never be too perfect, make sure your only ever suspected and apologised too, though may sound slim but its full proof and trust me it wont let you down.
Now back to why I would ever show sentimentality for anyone is cause of the character I’m told I possess, but good thing about me is I have this problem of having different personas for every circumstance I’m in. And if I were to be in the presence of her family trust me I would cry, cause who likes seeing an old woman in tear more specifically if she’s unable to tell if a person is faking or not, now I know your probably wondering where Chris ended. More specifically if he is still alive, now I’m not so stupid as to let him wander around accusing me of something so wrong now do I, and who would ever believe that sweet, little me could ever murder someone in cold blood.
]Now I told this to the therapist my parents took me too].
We spent about 7 hours in this room, I could feel her being scared every time I got deeper I could feel the fear oozing out of her, and when I told her what I did to Chris I knew it was like putting a cherry on a cheese cake, the perfect crime she said.
When she took me out of the hypnosis she thought she has put me on,......
My parents faces were priceless not to mention the fact that the psychologist choice to cry, then I said it the big words.......
‘’I’m joking’’
Now mommy, and dad knew I wasn’t kidding about her not putting me in hypnosis cause it was too easy, too clean daddy said, and when I explained to her as to how I was able to fake being under. Her face was both relieved and worried, now that’s what happened in 2019.
But lets be fair I wasn’t joking about the death of that girl, and yes Chris was still in my basement paying for his betrayal.
© nosihlekatherine
