Chapter Six

A box filled with the girl's body parts was loaded into the mail truck. As you labeled the box last night, you made it look like it had been sent to the hospital where the girl worked. You placed all the body parts in the trash bag, and then placed the trash bag into the box to soak up some blood.

You save some of the girl's blood in a picture in the refrigerator. Her blood tastes so good. It was worth the kill, you thought. You smile, seeing Angelica outside playing with the cat. She waves. You wave back.

Something about this girl is interesting to me. I hope I can figure it out. You drive away, still smiling at the girl. You look down at the box; last night was terrific. The excitement you got was like a racer just starting a race. You were high, like on drugs. Killing someone was fulfilling. It drives your hate. It empowers you.

You make it to your first stop. You see an elderly lady walking to the mailbox with her walker. I could be kind and hand-deliver her mail. Laughing, you decide against it by putting her mail in the box and driving to the next.

After delivering mail to many mailboxes, and several hours have passed, you are finally finished with your route. The excitement surged through your veins as you delivered the bloody box. There will be laughter in this news tonight.

Rubbing your stomach, it's beginning to growl. You speed off home quicker than usual. Luckily, there's no police around, you think. Finally, you arrive home parking in the driveway. You feel disappointed you didn't bring home something to kill.

You notice Angelica is walking over. You feel yourself smile. She looks happy, so sweet and innocent. You get out of the truck and walk towards her.

"To thank you for Peanut, I would like to invite you to dinner at my house."

Dinner with another person? Wow, I haven't eaten with another in a long time. I must not refuse

"Sure," you smile.

"Great," she says with a huge grin.

She walks towards her house, and you follow her. She doesn't look nervous or scared around you. You are delighted by that. Many people fear you. You don't blame them. You are a dangerous person, and you are proud of that.

She opens the door, and you walk into her house. It was a jolly house. The walls are painted bright colors. There are flowers everywhere of many kinds and colors.

"This is a beautiful house," you say, looking around.

"Thanks," I like the bright colors she tells you.

You chuckle. She seems like a person with a colorful personality. Your nose finds the kitchen.

"That smells delicious," you say.

She smiles. "It's Chicken Alfredo," she tells you.

Both of you walk towards the Kitchen. Angelica already has a table set for two.

"You knew I would say yes," you smirk.

She laughs. "I hoped," she remarks, with a red face.

You take your seat at the table, and so does Angelica. She starts filling your plate. You watch her every move. She has your attention and interest, but not like any other. You don't want to hurt her. The exact opposite.

You take the first bite. The taste was delightful.

"This is impressive," you say, taking another bite.

"Thanks," she smiles, her cheeks turning red. You think her shyness is adorable.

It wasn't long, and your plate was empty. "Would you like some more, Angelica asks?

"No thanks," you answer.

"I am glad you came," she says.

"Me too," you agree.

You notice a picture on the wall. It was a wedding picture, and Angelica was in a white dress. I didn't know she was married.

"You married?" You move your head towards the picture.

She shakes her head no. She looks sad. You regret asking.

"My husband left me for another girl. I haven't found the courage to take it down yet," she explains.

" He's a fool," you say. You just want to hold the girl and comfort her. You don't understand this strong desire.

"You think so? I am nothing special," she says with watery eyes.

"Not true Angle, if you can make this broken heart skip a beat, you are something special," you say.