A Wonderful Day

7/7

Dear diary,

I'm still thinking about the dog I saw at the party. I wonder who owns it.

Today I have some good news. He left for a business trip today. But earlier this morning before he left, I saw her cry in her bedroom. I don't want her to feel sad but I feel happy today. I went to Macy's house when he was leaving. I didn't send him a farewell goodbye. He doesn't deserved a goodbye.

When I got to Macy's house I went to her kitchen to grab a snack. I wishing a mouse (preferably a giant rat or mouse) to come running across the floor. I wanted to feel the rush of killing the animal but to my demise, no mouse or rat came running out from the counter.

Macy must've seen how disappointed I was was because she asked me what was wrong. I lied and told her I hit my hand on the countertop.

When I was walking back home, I saw a nest, mixed with unhatched eggs and newborn birds that were placed carefully in a bush. I decided to rob the nest and take it back home. The eggs were definitely robin eggs from their light cyan color. I held on of the eggs in my palm. They were the size of pebble.

Smooth, they were really smooth.

I closed my hand until it made a fist. The sound of crunching noise was made but instead of the yellow yolk flowing out of my fist, I felt something soft but not soft enough to it be yolk and something sharp poking me. I opened up my hands and smiled. An almost formed bird laying in my hand with it neck broken. A sense of adrenaline rushed through my body. I quickly grabbed the other unhatched eggs and smashed them with my hands. I wanted to see to small surprise it held inside the small cyan shell. I left the 2 already hatched birds for last, unsure what I should do with them.

After I had smashed the other eggs, I craved for more. I hoped the other hatched birds would give me a bigger rush that the other eggs I crushed.

And oh boy, I was right.

At first I couldn't decide whether to throw the birds onto the floor or use a broom to kill it. I decided to do both since I had two birds I could test it on.

The first bird I grabbed was going to be thrown at the floor and the other one was going to be hit with a broom. I wanted to see if there was a difference in it a mouse with a broom and a bird with a broom.

I grabbed one of the birds tightly and threw it on to the hard concrete floor. Blood splattered on the concrete and grass. The body had bounced up once and it fell down with a muffled thud. The body cried out to me. But I didn't respond to it

Next up was the bird that was going to be smashed with a broom. I grabbed the straw broom beside the door and slowly raised the broom above my head. I used as much force I could give out onto the birds. I repeatedly kept hitting the floor. I was unsure if I was hitting the bird or not but that didn't matter. The rush I felt white hitting the bird was addicting. When I finished my spree, I looked down to see that the bird looked very familiar to the mangled mouse in Macy's house. It brought a type of rush I hadn't felt before.

I picked up the chick and observed how contorted the bird was. It's wings, neck and legs bent at a strange angle. The scene of the disfigured bird brought joy to me. The joy was very similar to the day I killed the mouse.

I almost forgot to clean up the murder scene. The blood on the grass was the most difficult to clean up. I tried to scrub off the blood but the blood had already stained the grass.

I want to remember this feeling forever.