Diary of an Arizonan Murderer (Chapter 5)

Chapter 51

Thread of Insanity2

Yes, such an extreme sense of pride that I chose danger over reason. I didn’t continue on towards the Mexican border like I could have. No, I turned tight back around and snuck into Tempe again. Who would be my next victim? Who would be the next low life scum that had the future ripped from their grasp?3

That was an easy pick. I turned left and jogged back towards my apartment. It should be right about 11 now, but I’m much too lazy and hyped up to check my watch. As the moon rose higher in the sky, the large “M” of the McDonalds sign came into view. Perfect.4

That little bitch. That same little bitch that, everyday, thought that he was so superior to me. Nobody who’s over 40 and working at a McDonalds is better than me. Hardly anybody is better than me. Except for all the non-human life forms in the universe. Yes, they are far more superior. 5

It was his shift again. Mr. Assistant Manager. He was so great, wasn’t he? No. He wasn’t Worthless scum. Such an ugly face. It would look better bloody and pale. Walked in, concealing my face. The security cameras don’t matter anymore. I looked around the place for a moment. One couple eating a late dinner…they were extremely over weight. Such a waste of space, their bodies. And then there were the two employees in the back.6

The adrenaline kicked in again. I could feel my face twist into a sick smile of anticipation. I didn’t blink. Just drew closer to the counter. Closer. Closer. And then went behind it.7

“Hey! You can’t go in there!” said one the female worker. She tugged on my shirt. In one, quick movement, I grabbed a knife from a nearby counter. Now what would McDonalds be doing with a knife? Everything, after all, was already prepared.8

But I didn’t bother with that question until later. I stabbed her viciously in the stomach. Blood spurted from her mouth as she fell, stiff as a board, to the ground. I stopped to admire my work, as my face twisted into an even larger smirk.9

The other three occupants gaped at me. I went for the obese couple, of course. They were breathing my air. I had already stabbed two people. My brilliant mind could certainly think of something more creative. But then my stomach churned.10

There was blood on my shoes. On my new shoes. I had to wash it off. It seemed to be glaring at me, taunting me to bring the knife to my own throat. The stain seemed to form a mouth, and it challenged me to a duel. 11

I stabbed at it, but missed. Over and over again I tried to hit the stain with the knife, but then I stopped. There was blood on the knife. It dripped in slow motion to the floor, and I followed that tiny drop to many specks. The blood was still warm as I ran my finger along the blade.12

The knife dropped to the floor. It was on my hands. The red was all over me. It was trying to eat me. It’s trying to eat me!13

“GO AWAY! GO AWAY!” I screamed, attempting to wipe the blood on my pants. My hands are burning. They’re burning like fire. I ran. 14

“GET OFF OF ME! GET THE FUCK OFF!” I continued to scream like an idiot. My brain wasn’t working properly. 15

And then it stopped.16

I stopped.17

I stood in the middle of a street. It was some way away from McDOnalds. I didn’t even know how I got there. I saw the bloody shoe prints, but they disappeared. Was my mind attempting to lure me somewhere? My shoes weren’t that bloody. They wouldn’t leave tracks….18

No. It was only four people. I still had eleven to go. Of course, someone who didn’t blow all his or her brains on crack could do it. I can do it.19

The sick sense of pride returned as I thought of the girl’s face. The pale and bloody face. The sound of sirens reached my ears as I came back to reality. Instead of her face, I saw the street beneath my feet. It took only a moment for me to realize I had to run again.20