She looked up at him, terror had filled her eyes. She was looking at the man pressing the pillow into her face; the man she had been unable to keep off her mind since the night they met. He had been creeping into her mind during boring classes, or when she had been talking with her friends and ended up trailing off.
The man that had plagued her.
He was bending over her, the pillow pressed against her face harder, then harder, trying to squeeze the air out of her lungs.
She tried to scream and push him off, looking into his eyes. His beautiful blue eyes. She had thought a lot about them lately, dreaming for a chance to see them again, see him again.
But not in a million years could she have imagined their next encounter to be like this.

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I was pressing the pillow harder into her face to stop her attempts on screaming. She was making too much sound, and moving way too much. Why did she have to make this hard? why did she have to ruin this, this moment of perfection.
I bent closer to her face, looking straight into her eyes, my hair was falling into my face probably making me look like much more of a madman than I already was.

"Shut the fuck up, do you wanna do this the hard fucking way? Or the easy one?" I whisper-yell at her in a stern voice. As soon as I did she stopped flailing her arms, and hushed her screams.
Easy way I guess.

I kept pressing the pillow against her face, looking her directly into the eyes to make sure I knew when she passed out. Her eyes suddenly trailed off behind me. Finally! She's finally passing out!

I ease the pressure of the pillow just the slightest. This is it! I did it! she's out! I can finally take her with me! I can finally do it, I can finally go through with my plan. With her.
I keep the pillow over her face just to be sure. She hadn't closed her eyes just yet, which worried me. I mean, if I had killed her I would be fucked, killing her hadn't been the plan.

I feel a sharp pain in my upper back as someone just punched me with a cane. I fell forward, and ended up pressing the pillow so hard into her face I could hear the last air in her lungs leak out.
There was a pain spreading through my whole back, whoever had punched me went for another go. I was knocked further down towards Clementine.

"KEEP OFF CREEP!" The woman who had clearly just tried to cane me yelled. All the air in my lungs are knocked out of me once again. I inhale sharply then turn around to her.
Theres a small female standing in front of me, the same female that had been sitting at the table with Clementine at the party. She was wearing a light purple silk nighty with black lace in the edges, her figure was impressive. She was your typical hourglass babe, wide hips, thin waist, then huge boobs again. She had her red hair tired up in a bun, much like the pony tail she had been wearing the last time I saw her.
She was clenching onto the cane like it was a sword, the only thing that could save her from this tall creature obviously trying to kill her room mate.

I looked at her, then at the open door behind her. If someone walked past now this would not end pretty. Not that I was planning on it to end pretty by now. I had never been afraid of people getting in my way if I wanted something. I was used to fight for what I wanted.
If someone got in-between me and said thing, I would not be afraid to eliminate this special someone. And at the moment that was her.

She took a step closer to me, trying to scare me with her cane. A new study shows that tall men in studded jackets are afraid of canes, terrified, its the only thing that would be able to stop them. Obviously. That was sarcasm. She was as intimidating as a puppy.
She went for another swing, this time she was just a tad slower. Which did not turn out to favor her as I grabbed the cane and pulled it towards me, pulling her with it. She fell onto the floor and got all the air knocked out of her.
I could feel a rage filling me up. I had not planned for this, this was not how it was supposed to end. I was not gonna get stopped by a small red head whose best quality is her fucking tits.
The rage was going through my veins, pulsating through my spine and down into my fists. Blinding me, making me loose control. All rational thinking was gone.

I pulled her up from the floor by her bun. Digging my fingers into her hair. She let out a scream but was soon silenced by my other fist connecting to her nose.
I threw her down at the floor again, she became too busy feeling her face and freaking out over the blood pouring from her nose to see me walking over to the front door, closing it and locking it.
I returned to the bleeding red head and kicked her in the stomach. She let out a whine.
I pull her up by her hair again.

"You're making me late!" I growl at her, again in a whispering manner. I start heading towards the bathroom. As soon as we're inside of it I throw her at the floor once again. The bathroom was tiny, as dorm bathrooms tend to be. They were lucky they even had a bathroom in their dorm.
I start going through the drawers and cabinets. I'm not sure what I'm not quite sure what I'm looking for yet. I end up finding a pair of gloves, a bottle of aspirin, and a razor. All these things will come in handy.
I mean, I found other stuff as well, but a hairdryer, makeup, pads and tampons, and about a hundred bobby pins wouldn't really help me here.

I put on the gloves. I'll have to clean her before I leave, no one has to know I was even here.
I turn to the now sobbing red head. I don't even know her name but what does that matter. I make my way over to her, bringing the aspirin and the razor.
I sit down on one knee next to her.

"You just fucking HAD to intervene didn't you!?" I grab her face and make her look at me. She tried to pull her own face out of my grip, the only result she got from that was the sound of latex gloves rubbing against wet human skin.
She keeps shaking her head. She looks like a small kid refusing to eat their vegetables. She looked ridiculous.

"You're so fucking stupid, do you know what you have done?" She shakes her head. "You have ruined everything! oh but not for me, I'm gonna go through with this! Oh no. You ruined EVERYTHING for yourself!" I flash her a smile before i let her face go.
She was not prepared for me letting go of her this soon, so her head flew down into the tiles. But not hard enough to knock her out.
I grab her under arm, stand up, and drag her over to the shower. Pushing her in there. She could barely fit but there was room enough. I sat down on one knee next to her, just as I had done earlier.
I open the bottle of aspirin, then once again, grabbed her face just this time I force her mouth open. I start filling her mouth with pills, forcing them down her throat as well. Just as you would force feed a injured animal just, of course, more violent.
She was gagging, but i kept pushing, forcing the pills down. Honestly I had no idea as to what I was doing or why I was doing it. I closed her mouth, holding it close so she would have to swallow everything what was coming up her throat.

After a solid minute of her gagging and swallowing, I let her face go again. She had now swallowed the whole bottle of aspirin, which was of course not enough to really kill her. She would just puke it up again soon. Or maybe she would pass out. Honestly I was not very experienced with pill overdoses.
Every time I would overdose I would do that cause of some shitty junkie not knowing how much heroin to put in a fucking syringe. Also heroin overdoses are just blacking out then waking up in the hospital getting your stomach pumped and your blood cleaned.
This would not end in that. This would end in me clearing the path for my original goal.

I set her up, leaning her against the wall in the shower. She looks as if she have given up. Which is understandable, if I was her, a small idiotic excuse of a human being, I would too give up. Time to get her out of my way. I honestly did NOT have time to play around with her. I was wasting time here trying to make her last moments of life the worst moments she would ever experience.
I took a step closer to her, and grabbed her arm again just this time I held her forearm so it would be easier to slash her arm open. I picked the razor up from the shower floor and made the first cut straight across her wrist, going as deep as I could. Blood started rushing out of her, and I stood up just in time not to get anything on me. I picked up her arm again and sliced it again, just this time a vertical cut up her forearm, all the way up to her elbow.
I repeat the process on her other arm.

Throughout all of this she had kept awfully quiet, just looking at me with a faded look and tears streaming down her face. The last thing she would see was me as I turned the water in the shower on and closing the shower curtain.

So that was that. I had never really done that before. Well, if you count the neighbor dog then I have. But as I said, I had never done that on an actual human being before.
It had not felt weird, not at all. I didn't even feel phased. Which was kind of disappointing. I had not found a single drop of pleasure, not one bit.
I had heard from several sources that you would most likely feel like someone had removed a piece of your gut and replaced it with bricks of anxiety and regret.
Some other sources would say that it would feel better than sex or any drunk you could get your hands on. Better than life they would say. That the first kill would be the most meaningful and the one that would define you.
I pray to god it would not mean anything. And I pray that it would get better, feel better.

I walked over to the sink and proceeded with washing my hands, or, my gloves. I look at myself in the mirror. The creature looking back at me looks like stone. Black hair clinging to its face, its icy blue eyes looking dead but angry and stern. It's voice was a straight line, and it looked older than it had the last time I saw it.
My reflection had never really been me after my childhood. My reflection stopped being me the moment my father corrupted me. It stopped being a person after the first heroin dose. It went on to be a thin shell filled with all these horrible memories. A cold shell fixated with finding a purpose, and fixated to find a thing to get stuck on. It had been heroin that had been the thing.
That had of course changed when it spotted her.
It had felt different being trapped inside the shell, or seeing the shell, the creature. It had felt warmer, as if finally, it had found a thing to fuel itself with! Finally something to make it all okay again.
But a one night stand and a couple of hickeys would not do that. He needed more, it, needed more.

I needed to make it right again. I needed to get back on track, back to the original plan. Back to her.

Back to Clementine.

Notes

HEY HEY HEY!! Look who updated their story again!

I wanted to get this chapter out on halloween but ended up having to help my dad with my dog (my dog hates people coming near our house so he went kinda insane)
Then I thought "hey lets get it done the day after!" but then of course I got invited to my moms house to celebrate my sisters sons birthday! So when i got home from that it was waaaaay too late to update this!

But here it is! I'll try getting a chapter out tomorrow or the day after that! (or maybe even later tonight who knows im really in the writing sone atm)

What do you think will happen in future chapters? >:)

The title of this chapter is taken from the song Sixteen Saltines by Jack White and you should check it out because he is god himself I swear.