Sweet Dreams 1

She looked at her bloody hands. She dropped the knife. It fell to the floor next to the pool of crimson blood. The girl lay there lifeless and cold. The killing had been so easy. The girl hadnt been afraid to die so she didnt struggle.1

Skye looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at her black clothing, and black makeup. A tear escaped down her pale face.
" I will be stronger"
she spoke to the mirror, and it echoed the reply. She said these words after a kill. Every person haunted her dreams. She sat in her chair. She took the tattoo pen. She tattooed a straight line next to many others.2

She took a hit of the weed inclosed in a joint. It was a way too loose the recent memory. She hated seeing the faces of her murders. They all seemed so scared of death but not of dying. Unlike her.3

Skye had always been fasanated with death, but scared to die. The eternal blackness, and leaving them who love you to go to a God everyone thought was so mighty. If there was a God how could he let this happen? How could he let anything happen? Sure death was nothing but a neverending sleep, but imagine all the nightmares to fill that slumber deep. 4

Blood ran down the girls cheek. She bleed from her nose and mouth. Nose broken and tongue ripped out of head. Eyes closed. Lips blood red. Such a cold heartless death. She lay still on the cement driveway of her garage. Blood emptied from body. Chocked on own blood. The knife lay beside her drenched in blood. The crimson blood surrounding the limp pale corpse.5

Skye awoke from a hideous nightmare. The girls name had been Melissa. Melissa had worked in a bank and had not given Skye the right amount of money she had needed. Skye being who she was got back at her. Killing her. It wasnt meant to be a death but thats what it turned out to be... Memories flooded Skye's mind.6