Eva, My Goddess

People used to tell me all the time that I needed help... That I needed someone to talk to, to help me with my problems. Well, there's no one to help me now. Not anymore. Who would? From what I hear, I'm viewed as a psychopath, a criminal. Then again, I can't say that I'm not. I think it's strange how people never seem to see you for who you are, only who they want you to be. The heart feels what the heart wants, hm? But that's beside the point, that rule doesn't apply to me anyways. Not anymore, at least.

But how rude of me, not to introduce myself. My name is Brenn. Brenn Reid. I'm a perfectly normal - wait, normal wouldn't be very fair. I'm nothing like a normal man. Not anymore, at least. Not after what I've done. I'm twenty two years old and I'm rotting away in a state prison. How strange, for a once "perfectly normal" man to be in prison, eh? Not strange at all, really... You most likely hear of many people who are upstanding citizens, they pay their bills, have a good job, family, etc... But what most people don't realize is that anyone can commit a crime. Not even the most innocent of men and women can resist the instinct that lies within us all. What hides, what lingers, what prowls, what waits for you.. To give in. What is this instinct, you ask? Human instinct, of course.

I'm not one to talk though, considering I gave into this instinct so, so long ago. Let me tell you a story, dear reader... Of the flaws of all of us, every single one.

I used to be such a handsome man. A clean cut face, straight black hair, radiant white teeth... I had it all. I could make any woman fall for me, at any time. But, as I said, this was some time ago. It all started with a certain woman.. A woman by the name of Eva. Such flair this woman had, such fire! Such passion she had, such... such BEAUTY! I lived for this woman, hungered for her. She was the only woman I'd ever truly wanted. The only one I'd ever truly NEEDED! The only one I'd ever truly loved... This woman, this temptress, this GODDESS! I LIVED for her! I LIVED only for HER!

Remember the bit I gave you about human instinct? That all comes back to Eva. This.. beauty. I needed her. As I was saying, I met her once a long time ago, in a very ecquisite restaurant by the name of La Pucelle. Never knew what the name meant... Then again, it never really mattered. I only went there to see her... Her beauty.. her unearthly presence. I needed her, if only for one night. As the time went by, we began becoming closer. Eventually, I was truly bewitched. Too much so... I asked her over for a simple date at my home. She accepted, elegantly.. Moreover, seductively.

She came over and... after dinner, some drinks, I decided I must have her. I leapt over the table and reached for her body. She rejected me. I tried once more, and once more, I was rejected. I tried over and over to feel her, to kiss her, to HAVE her, but everytime I was thrown away, until eventually she got up to leave. Leave! SHE WAS LEAVING! I would not have this! I ran for the door as she headed to it. I slammed it shut, locked it, and turned to her viciously. She began to grow scared. Oh, poor Eva! She SHOULD be scared! AFTER I LIVED FOR HER, SHE DARE REJECTS ME?! I WOULD NOT HAVE THIS! I WOULD NOT HAVE THIS, I said to myself, over and over, until eventually, I blacked out, seeing only Eva running in terrible fear, away from me.

I don't remember what happened after that. I only remember what happened after. I simply woke up. I had nothing on, except for my boxers and and shirt. I wondered why.. And eventually I did find out. I headed for my room for a change of clothes. What I saw in there was terrible, but not suprising. In fact, it satisfied me. I saw Eva's naked, dead body... Blood completely staining the sheets, completely drenching the bed. Her stomach... ripped open. Torn apart. Left to rot, like the bitch she was. Rejecting me... of all people, me! The one who would die for her.. How dare she. Good riddance, I said. Good riddance.

So here I am. Laying in this prison cell, rotting away, as Eva's dead body rotted away, six feet under. I wouldn't say I'm ashamed nor disgusted with what I've done... In fact, I'm proud. I guess that's what makes me a killer. No, no.. Killer is too cliched a term. I'm something much more, much sinister. My name is Brenn Reid...

I'm not a killer... I'm simply insane.