Killing Heather

A soft rain patters against the windshield as I pull to the side of the road. This spot is good, I thought to myself, after checking for anyone awake- or at least observant enough to care what I was about to do. 3:04 blared neon green on the dash. It’s late enough. No one is awake, and with the generous spacing between the houses it would assure me that I could make a little noise if I needed to without raising much suspicion. I step out into the light drizzle with a feeling of intense desire. I am here after all, I might as well get what I came for. I walk up the driveway, past the fence, and into the front yard. No dogs. Hah, I chuckle to myself. First mistake of many I suppose. I pause for a second, standing motionless in the damp grass. I was looking over the house as if I was some interested buyer, or some reality tycoon ready to make a purchase. I’m not interested in the nest, mother bird. I chuckle to myself again, this time out loud. Feeling much more comfortable I continue walking around the side of the home. Dark windows litter the siding, accompanied with posh overpriced plants in stupid little fancy vases. I reach a softly lit view. I’ve been here before many times. I know this window. Perhaps it’s because there’s no one else home, but she always sleeps with a dull light on. This is the third time this week I’ve come to see her sleep. Tonight she’s wearing a soft green satin gown and what seems to look like an off-white lace bralette. Why does she dress so f*****g sexy when she’s just going to bed. I can feel my body begin to creek and ache to be closer to her. I know she sleeps soundly enough, I was tapping on all her windows last night. Just to see what I could really get away with. I choke down another chuckle when the thought “turns out I can get away with quite a lot” crosses my mind. I freeze self proclaimed epiphany. What else could I get away with I wonder The rain seems to grow heavier as if the world just wanted me to have an easier time staying hidden. I begin to check the nearby windows. Perhaps mistake number two of many will- You’ve got to be kidding me. The window directly next to her room is completely unlocked. Don’t mind if I do. I’m soaked. It’s dark but that’s not something I can’t handle. I’ve been sneaking around in the dark a lot lately so my eyes don’t seem to mind the lack of light. I remove all of my wet clothes, and continue into the darkness completely bare. Letting my nose guide me. like a predator I lurk in the darkness, room by room I gain my bearing. I’ve seen every room of this place from the outside, but this is the first time I’ve been inside. My mind is racing with excitement, and animalistic pride. I remember her smell. She passed me one day at the store. Blueberries and sage. She captivated me with the aroma, that b***h. I couldn’t get her out of my head for weeks. Why do you think I sat outside that stupid store for days on end. Just waiting for her to need f*****g strawberries and kale again. I had to follow her home. I couldn’t stop myself. Or well… I didn’t want to stop myself. And now I can smell it again. No doubting it, that’s her. Slight dread creeps up my spine as the door creeks audibly as I slide it slowly open and slither into her room. The smell is inescapable now. I’m almost gagging from her scent it’s so strong. My blood begins to boil, and every hair stands on end across my entire body. I become firm and my mind begins to blank with obsession as I find myself standing directly over her. Her breath drowning out the sound of the rain pattering against the window.