Introducing the Murder Book

That night Hayley stepped into her house from after school, her fingers already loosening the red tie from around her neck not caring as the silk slivered to the floor. She walked into the living room and wasn’t shocked to see it empty. Her parents lived for their jobs and the kids were lucky to ever see them. Leanne was a great mother. She fed them, kept them but wasn’t the best person to talk to when in a fix. She always believed everything would get sorted out soon and then leave it at that. Whereas Joseph would always tell her they were better off without them. Their family never needed friends. They were lone wolves.

Knowing that her sister would be out with her boyfriend, she found herself moving to her room. Her chubby fingers were fidgeting with the white buttons to her shirt, that were so small it was pathetic. She slid the shirt over her shoulders, not caring that her neighbours could probably see her stood in her bedroom. Her stomach hanging over the waistband to her black trousers, her black bra cutting into her flesh. She pulled on her favourite tee shirt, quickly covering the ugly body she detested so much. Flopping down onto her bed, she reached under her bed and pulled out the book that she loved the most. Her murder book.

What’s a murder book?

Simple. It’s her story book. And in each one there is a different murder for every person who has betrayed her. It makes her feel better about herself. She knows in her head that it’s wrong to wish someone dead and she’d never do it. But just to write down about getting that sweet moment of revenge, that amazing kick that murderers feel… It just releases her anger and her hatred. She’d never let anyone see what was in her book. Never in a million years. They’d think she was mad. Insane. Mentally disturbed.

***

The girls shift had been long and she was tired. Her black hair was still up in the stupid hat that she needed to wear as she worked with food. Reaching up she pulled it off and smiled as the short black locks fell free and sexily moved down to her shoulders. She sighed as she pulled out her small mirror and pulled out her lip gloss. Her lips pouted as she slowly applied the glittering colour. Her body was very aware of her colleague watching her. Her heartbeat was racing and her breath was catching in her throat but that wouldn’t knock her confidence. She sighed as she slowly screwed the lid back onto the tube, sliding it into the pocket of her very tight trousers. She glanced over at him, her hair swishing back and her mouth spreading into a large grin as she slowly raised her hand and waved bye to him.

On her short walk home all she could do was laugh at what she’d managed to achieve. He’d finally noticed her. Her attempts to catch his attention weren’t failing. Jessica knew that everyone thought she was weird and a little cold but it was a façade. She actually really liked the idea of being a girl. Wearing pink, wearing make-up and girly scents just to get noticed by a boy. She had dreams of being swept up into an attractive man’s strong arms, her heart would flutter just at the way his eyes would mist with desire as he looked down at her. She knew it would never happen but that didn’t matter to her. She’d always have her fantasies.

A sudden rush of cold wind made her wrap her coat tighter around her as she looked around and noticed the cemetery. She’d normally avoid it and she knew that if she did cut through it she’d get home quicker. After telling Hayley she avoided it, she’d felt embarrassed at her jibes. Of course she wasn’t afraid the spooks were going to get her. Spooks weren’t real. Mad killers and rapists were real. Not that that ever bothered Hayley. She lived in a dream world where she lived with her unexplained phenomenon and that was it.

The gate was annoyingly calling her name and she found herself walking over to it, pushing it open and stepping in. An immediate chill rushed up her spine as she took a deep breath. Her reputation hung on walking through this cemetery and she knew that she could do it as long as she put her mind to it. Closing the gate, listening to the screech realising that if anyone else entered she’d hear it go off. She turned and started down the path, unaware of the eyes that had already trained onto her. The branches moved as the figure rose and started to follow her down the path, a glint in their blue eyes as they twirled the knife around in their hands.

It was totally a cliché that in a graveyard there’d be a random piece of marble rock lying on the path and in the dark she wouldn’t see it. She grunted as her foot caught it and she fell to the floor, scraping the skin off her hands as she swore in an unladylike fashion. “You’d think some arsehole would move it away.” She whispered angrily to herself pushing herself up and freezing as the hair on the nape of her neck started to stand. Someone was behind her and she didn’t know who.

Turning to look, she froze as a gloved hand aggressively took hold of her chin and moved her to face the front again. Her breathing raced even more as the person knelt down behind her. She could smell a familiar scent but she couldn’t place it. Her heartbeart surged as the hand forced her chin up so that her head was resting on the other’s shoulder. The moonlight glittered on the knife as Jessica’s eyes opened wide with fear, her body started to wriggle but it was no match for the bigger body of the assailant.

The woman’s breath hitched in her throat as the cold blade touched her neck and she whimpered at what was coming. She’d studied killers for too long not to know that blade was going to rip across her soft tender skin. That crimson liquid that kept her alive would spray out everywhere, covering everything around her. When a poor old woman who came to see the grave to her late husband found her body, she’d have the biggest shock of her life. A pretty little girl lying on the floor with a ugly gash across her neck, that cut the reason her life had so quickly ended and she knew that as she closed her eyes preparing herself, she felt the warm sensation of a single tear running down her cheek.

The knife sliced through the skin and that attractive liquid did spray out just as she’d predicted. The killer released her. Using the girl’s work shirt, the blade was quickly cleaned of any blood before being placed back into it’s package. The woman’s face was being cut by the sharp pebbles that decorated the path. Gently pressing a shell to the side of her body, the killer laughed as they headed down the path and walked out. Smiling at the sound of the squeak.

***

The ginger smiled as she closed the book, her hand running over the black leather of the cover. If her mother knew what she used this book for, she’d be shocked. She laughed as she slipped it back under her mattress and ran downstairs at the sound of her mother shouting her name.