When I become a woman..

Chapter one

Alison.

Dear stranger,

I remember the first time I started having murderous thoughts.I think I was eleven then.I'm nineteen now and as you can tell ,I'm already over the edge of redemption.I accepted long ago that I'm not normal.Sometime back I had Dr Vicente,the family doctor examine me and see if I was schizophrenic or something.Of course he said i have a healthy mental condition.I didn't believe him.

I mean ,is it normal for a eleven year old to be intrigued by villanelle in killing Eve?.Don't get me started on my unhealthy addiction to 'you'.Its pg 18,I know.I was eleven with no parent .

You want to ask about my aunt.Well ,I was quite a handful for her.

So I'm bad.

And worse,I just remembered that i brutally murdered my best friend.

Becky.

Let me tell you about her.

I knew her since kindergarten when my aunt and I moved to New havana.She was the rare kind of girl.The type who never fit in any respective group.Sort of lost like me.Other than that,she was a snob,her ego was the size of Alabama.We used to butt heads most of the time.Though she was the one who did the yelling.I on the hand just let her shout at me while I thought about all the ways I could

kill her.

Guess I did the job after all.And I haven't been caught yet.

Yay me.

I wonder what is going on back home.

Yours sincerely,

Alison.

Erick.

You know that feeling you get when you are on a merry go round? That excitement that is accompanied by a scary feeling of impending disaster.That feeling of being in a roller coaster and wishing you won't ever get it again and at the same time knowing that if given the chance you would absolutely live for that feeling.

Well, I could swear that is what is happening to me.I am tempted to crumble the badly written letter and turn back.Yet I can not find it in me to let her go.

She is a beautiful nineteen year old naive girl who lives too high in her head.I would hate to see her waste away.I think she is high on something.

I don't know what she was hoping to accomplish when she wrote it.If anyone else had got it before I did,she would be on every news channel in Espania.

I had covered up her mess.The fire I started at her house would misguide the police in their investigation.By the time they realise the truth we will

be 'In the heart of some city',as she had blandly put it.

I watch as she sits at the booth.The hood covering her face is a screaming give away.She could have as well as told the whole world what she had done.

'Alison'I mutter as I watch her order.

I am contemplating on going to her.I know she will run away.Worse,she might choose to stab me and leave me for the dead.For the hundredth time I am filled with the drowning feeling of impending disaster.

I want to run away.

Hell,I don't know what I want.All I know is that she is a young girl crying for help.If anything her letter is a dead giveaway.She is lost .With no purpose for living.

When I saw her murder the girl in the mansion,I was perplexed, Frightened , intrigued.I had seen how the girl had humiliated her in the party.I was there when she shed the painful tears in the washroom .I was watching when she slit the girl's throat .I could have stopped it.Yet for some reason I let her do it.

I don't know what that makes me.Maybe I am a worse monster than she is.

But I'll be damned if I let her go scot free and do more damage.She is a beautiful nightmare.