Silent Voices

     It started many years ago. I didn't think that it would get the best of my life, although I guess I had it coming to me. Basically asking for it; I am a murderer. I killed those who I got to know before I let them into my home. I wanted to know if they were a good soul, a sweet person, or a worth while intellect. Those who I specifically picked were not random. They were the ones that weren't interesting. The blank faces with no personality that thought they were living. They simply didn't know what living was. They've gone through their lives and can't open their blind eyes to the bleakness they live in. I've never believed in the after life. That is until she entered my life.
     This fragile woman. This small, complex, soulless girl. She never wore colors. I do believe that she has my mind wrapped up in her own thoughts. Most of the time she talks of things that I would never believe she knows. She has asked about each name. Each and every last one of them.
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     When I first laid eye upon Helena, I knew she would invade every one of my thoughts and affect my every decision. I couldn't get her into my life fast enough. She would be the perfect Bonnie, my name of course being Clyde. Our relationship is very loving. She caters my every whim and as do I for her.
     "When will you be home?" She asked upon the phone.
     "Soon enough. I still have to finish this one last pile of paper work, and then I am yours for the rest of the night."
     "Please hurry. I miss you so. I have a great surprise waiting for you when you return." I do believe this will be an interesting night. "Oh Clyde- I happened to get a phone call today. I didn't pick up my phone and the person left a message. It was strangely just odd noises. Towards the end, they whispered a name. Stella- I believe so." Her thoughts trailed off.
     Of course I recognized the name. 23, a nicely shaped, slender body; she seduced me in fact. I yearned for another minute to recall the sweet bloodshed in my thoughts. I love looking back on my artwork.
      "I don't think if they haven't back by now that it is something to worry about, Love."
     "I hope they call back. I wonder if it was someone important, like a movie star. Or someone off of TV." My love thinks of the most precious things. The first thing that attracted me to this mistress was her mind. She- as I- is a great intellectual match. But she simply cannot compare to the monstrous things my mind has had to think about.
     "Oh your imagination makes me smile. I'll be home as soon as I can Helena, I must return to my paperwork. Goodbye Love." I quickly hung up the phone, flustered. How did she know about Stella?
     Stella wore pink, and bright colors all the time. It made me sick. She simply couldn't stay in my life, but I decided to have fun with her once more that night. I had taken her dinner around 6 PM and we returned at 8 o'clock. I made sure her last night on Earth was one that will fulfill her needs. I was inside of her mentally before any clothes came off. Then, gracefully, her dress slid off her beautifully perfect body. I do believe that night was one of the best shared days with a victim.
    Slowly, the images that were once a reality flooded my thoughts again. The smell of her perfume. The blood soaked blanket. I miss the taste of her skin. She was so sweet, as if she planned the moment we shared that evening. She was the last person I murdered, four years ago.
     Stella did not scream; she barely struggled. Almost as she wanted it to happen. She lay asleep in her own bed, so innocently. I crept up from behind her with a kitchen knife in my hand.