More.

I give a gutteral scream as the last drops of blood fall out of her bones. I need more. more, more MORE. My victim was a 7 year old. Her plump little red cheeks couldn't protect her tongue as my knife severed it in the alley. Now, her bones, all broken, lay askew throughout the room. I rapidly start looking everywhere, I'm going crazy, I start to hear these voices. "Kill yourself" sceams a unison of voices in my head. All looking and wanting for the same I am. Blood. I run out of the room and out of the house, away from my precious little girl, and my friends that are six feet under my potatoe garden, but as I leave the garden I pick up the mallet I've left behind on my last shopping spree. I slip the blood riddled mallet into my jeans, letting it hang loosely on the inside of jeans. I'm about two mintues away from the store. University of Rollipes. I slip a barren room with a large mirror and odd chairs with holes in the middles and wait for the workers to permit the produce to come in. After about fifteen minutes, it's finally time. He walks in casually, nothing to lose. As the sound of the zipper going down becomes audible, the sound of a skull concaving fills the room and he slumps to the floor, blood pooling onto the floor. I quickly fall to floor and lap it up, my insides glowing like a candle in the dark. I lift him off the ground and put my jacket onto him and lift the hoodie onto his head. Gotta protect the produce somehow. As I walk out with my groceries in hand multiple laughs and snorts can be heard by fellow produce. I walk out of the store and back home. My mind is wired, prepared to taste the blood that will drip from his fingertips, the ooze of his brain. I drop the body onto the floor and go to get my knife. As I come back to my fresh kill a slowly bend down and caress his face, he can't be more than twenty-two. Pretty healthy looking, I turn him over and know what I'll be taking first. My hands go into place and the sound of a broken neck fills my ears. I quickly make a deep gash into his neck and stick my tongue into his broken spinal cord. Mixed with blood and spinal cord fluid, I'm high off this kill. I fall backwards and dreamily look up into the ceiling. I lick my fingers for the reamaining blood and fall into a blissfull sleep.