Killing Her- Part 3 Killing was what I lived for. I had to kill. It's not my fault. It's just all this anger is inside of me and I have to let it out. If I don't let it out then it would just boil up, and i would go mental. But if I strategically plan to kill then at least the anger fades. So, clutching the knife, I opened the bedroom door and crept in. I froZe as the girl turned over but luckily she was still asleep. I snuck up behind her and grabbed her hair, showing her neck. I saw her jerk awake, and watched the confusion, and then terror in her eyes, and then I watched the light fade, the spark go out, as I slit her throat with the knife. I felt the warm blood pour over my hands and onto the bed. I loved the feel of the flesh on her neck. My mind wandered as I stood there, and all I could think about was that I'd need a bath tonight..........