We met at night in my room. I kissed him and he let me touch him. He was enjoying what I did and it pleases me. I let him touch me and it became a routine.
I came home and he was acting weird. His mom had a girl over it was an old ex. I saw how she looked at him. She flirted with him and he flirt back. I know we are secret but, seeing him do this was hurtful. I excused myself. Fine I bring home guy see if he cares.
I went outside for a walk and I followed a chicken. The chicken was walking faster and I smiled. I quicken my pace and my head tilted. "It's okay" I whispered as I leap for it and caught the chicken in my claws. It was so helpless fighting. I twisted its head heard the neck snap. I then hummed as I tore its head off as I held it away from me a good distance so the blood didn't splatter on me. I quickly realised what I did and decided I feed the animals. I gave it to a dog and he bit it. I smiled. There no one will think I did it. I walked to the hose and washed my bloody hands. I just wasn't done. I hummed as my eyes look for some helpless animal. I wanted blood. I wanted to smell it. I could feel the warmth of it on my finger tips. I was drawn to a red bush. Oh yes. Roses are so beautiful. I walked towards it and I heard "Jessica bed time" I sighed. I ain't letting him touch me? I walk away from the bush and walked back to the house. I go inside and I see him how could he? I fumed and rolled my eyes as I walk to my room. I wanted to pull her eyes out pluck it out and make her swallow them. I chuckled as I visualize the thought. I looked at the black sky and look for constellations. She was probably a dumb bimbo anyway why am I caring? If he chooses her when he can have me. I close my eyes and sigh. I guess I was wrong about him. I don't need him. I smiled. I can find someone if I wanted.