Blood. -pt4-

After I went home I sat on my bed and thought to myself in utter confusion. I had literally pulled a gun out in pure daylight. To normal people that should've been horrifying so why did the geeky boy seem genuinely unfazed by it? When I can't understand things I get worked up and have the urge to kill or hurt everything. Considering if I kill a person there'd be suspicion of a mass murderer, due to my previous murders, I checked the time and it was still mid day. I was getting more and more restless as the minutes went by so I thought about going to the woods and seeing if I could kill any animals to get rid of my murder urge. I decided on going and put on an all black outfit. My jeans were ripped and my top was small and cropped. I tied my hair into a messy bun and put on a black jacket. I wore black Knee high booties and put a knife in my back pocket. I opened the door ready to leave and walked out. Luckily my house is near woods so every time I go there no one usually sees me. As I'm walking through the woods I see many animals but I want something small and useless because they make me feel stronger. I find it entertaining to see them struggle as I end their lives slowly. I pull the knife out from my back pocket and slowly stab the squirrel I had my eyes on. I lick the blood that splattered everywhere off my hands and rolled my eyes in enjoyment. The metallic taste of blood swirling around my mouth tasted amazing. I licked every drop of blood off of the knife and looked at the squirrel emotionlessly. After a few moments I suddenly felt someone's hand on my head tilting it to the side. They pulled my jacket down exposing my neck. I felt a cold sharp blade press against my neck. A deep croaky voice whispered in my ear:

'I like the taste of blood too. Now I want to taste yours.'