The show

I killed a man. I really didn't want to do it but I did it.

Lies I really wanted to do it. Desperately in fact. In that moment, watching him beg for mercy, knowing I had the power to decide whether he lives or dies made me feel like a god.

I didn't make it too gruesome. No. I'd envisioned it so long but carrying it out was a different ball game. I had to think of the consequences. So I had to set it up.

It had to be ruled as involuntary manslaughter not murder. I had a life to live even after his death. No, he had to die for me to live. Up till now, I've merely been surviving. I'm finally ready to live.

So I baited him and waited for him to attack as usual. Waited for him to break a few bones. Normally the sound of him hitting me chipped away my soul piece by piece.

Today was different though. Because there's nothing else left to chip. I'm empty no and the only thing left is anger and hatred. This time I don't feel the pain. Instead anticipation boiled in my blood making me excited.

When he stood up I used it as a chance to pick my weapon. I trembled a bit, out of excitement but he saw it as fear. He rushed to me and I went low and aime for a vital point.

I drove it in deep and reveled in the look in his eyes as he plead for mercy and choked on his own blood. The desire to attack him again strumed through my blood but I resisted. No, I was the victim not the assailant. I knew the consequences if I did otherwise. I trembled and bent my head, laughing silently as he fell dead in a pool of his own blood.

From a distance, it looked like I was crying but who's gonna know? I picked the phone and called the police with trembling voice. "H-hello, p-please hurry. So-someones d-dying" I gave them my address and hung up still trembling. I bent down and smiled. I played my role for the camera. Then I waited.

For a word. A sound. A familiar scent. I prayed for anything. The emptiness was overwhelming. I sat cradling my legs. I counted from 1-100 over and over again. It makes the time go faster. I've done it about 4 time or more when I hear the sirens. It's time, and the show must go on.

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