So Steady, So Quiet by Brianna

"Breaking News! A teenage girl was found in Milton River this morning, police are investigating her death but so far all they have is her identity. Her name is..."
"Annabelle", I said with a whispering voice filled with joy and pleasure. I already knew this was going to happen, as if I had already told the future, as if this was déjà vu. The beautiful young lady that laid there so steady, so quiet. She will always be that beautiful face that brightened everyone's day. Her golden blonde hair, her eyes blue as the Tenerife Sea, her beautiful white skin and rose pink cheeks adored by many. All aspects of her, stripped of its misery and turned into happiness. For she no longer was the girl that disappointed everyone, but, now the one who everyone wished to be. I've tried to create this amazing dream many times before, but I've come to realize this time it was not a dream. But yet a blessed reality, her reality.
There was something about all these women that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Their beauty was just so breathtaking it made my adrenaline rush. My desire for them became an addiction. I needed to have them all to myself, to smell their hair and touch their skin. I needed to hear their screams and cries for mercy, while I gave them every inch of me. I needed to feel the warmth of their blood as it splattered on my clothes and skin,even into my hair. It brought me pleasure to see all this thick, red liquid dripping from the cuts of their pure white skin.
I sat in the diner in the center of town and watched these beautiful women everyday. Observing the small details that made them unique, I read them like open books. The expressions on their faces told me everything I needed to know. But one girl was different, I could not read her. She was like a waterlogged book, illegible and blurry. There's just something about her that sets me off, makes my heart rush and my knees weak. I need to have her.
I've been watching her every move for exactly three hours. The way she puts her hair behind her ear, the way she licks her lips, the small dimple in her left cheek that shows every time she smiles, are all just perfect. She's perfect and I need to have her. The moment she rises from her chair and starts heading for the door, I follow. I'm trying not to get too close, I honestly don't want to scare her off. But I have to stay at a distance where I can see her, she's my prey and I need to be able to pounce at any opportunity I get.
There was no light other than the street lamps, but in this town it didn't keep the creatures of the night away. I continue to follow her down the street and I watch as she walks up to a nice suburban house, that looked like every house on this block even mine. She unlocked the door to go inside, but she didn't lock it behind her. It was as if she knew I was there and she wanted me to come in her house to please her in the only way I could. Death. I was like a walking God who chose when people could live and when they needed to die. Their lives were in my hands. Her life was in my hands.
I waited for all the lights to shut off to make my move. I walked quietly into her front door and shut it behind me. One step after the other, I tiptoed through her house to prevent the floorboards from creaking. I got to the second floor and slowly entered her room hiding in the darkness, approaching her bed with caution. Any sudden movement or sound could wake her from her slumber, it could ruin my entire plan. I watched over her and admired everything she had to offer. Her pale skin, blonde hair, and rose pink cheeks were all so faultless. I bent over her bed, put the knife to her throat and slowly woke her. She did not speak only wept for me to not hurt her. But that's what I wanted to hear. I slowly began to drag the knife across her throat and she let out a glass shattering shriek. It was music to my ears. Fresh blood gushing onto her sheets and onto me it was beautiful, it was art.
"You're going to be famous," was was I told her as her eyes started to get low and she struggled to grasp air.
Those were the last words she would ever hear and my face is the last face she'll ever see. She laid in a puddle of her own blood so steady, so quiet. All her misery turned to happiness. All because of me.