A Stalker's Tale
As I stand here in this dirty room with a gun in my right hand and the man I killed laying on the ground with blood all over him and some of his dirty blood on me, I think back to what I just did, what I have done and what I have become. To be very honest, in my eyes this man deserved to die. He’s a dirty thief, a low life, a mere salesman, who does he think he is with his charming way of talking. He is lower than me. I am better than him in every way. I guess you could say I have a god complex. It’s one of the many things I talk to my psychiatrist about. Oh is she going to be mad when she finds out her predictions were right. She knew all along I was a danger to her and that I might kill someday (not the psychiatrist) but little did she know I would kill for her. Who, you might ask is this woman I might kill for is… not my psychiatrist… the woman I love.