Insatiable -Opening

When you find out who you are, how does it happen? Do you find yourself in a dark room, or with a razor in your hands.

The razor in my hands trembled, as the power inside me grew, and cultivated,my heart pounded faster every second, pumping my being through my veins, spreading through my body like another soul, another me. I could feel a new self forming and it was viscous, it stuck to me and didn't let go. I would've tried to tear it away, but it was unfeasible. I could taste it, feel it, see it growing inside me. I embraced the feelings and thoughts that came with me, and became who I truly was meant to be.

I smothered it's face with my towel, behind this cabin anyone could hear us, and I wasn't about to get myself caught. Even though it was dark, and the stars could have been the only light lit in miles, I felt like what I was doing was wrong. Looking down into her eyes, I saw the vulnerability,  I smelled the fear in her perspiration, and it enticed Me more to do what I was doing. I ran the razor playfully down her thighs, "Don't you dare scream.." her heavy breathes were enough to make Me become more exhilarated. I slashed five deep wounds on her lower thigh. The droplets of blood formed into little bubbles, and seemed to freeze in time, then splash, down her flesh on the ground. The ground absorbed it eagerly, into it's substance. I was on my way to make another cut until I heard a sharp screech,

 "Dumb b***h!" I regurgitated, and staggered my cut to her neck. 

I watched her bleed to death, watched her soul escaping her dying, worthless body. Then watched it become one again with the universe, motionless, lifeless matter, back to dust. I scoffed, "useless," and headed back to my cabin, feeling No liability, and insatiable. 

Author's Note

This came to me while trying to get out some anxiety, weird? Lol. I cannot say the chapters will be coming on a daily, or weekly basis because I surely get writers block, but be assured I will try to write on here.