Day 113 February 24 2014: Devils reflection

I was driving down the road on my way home when I saw her pulled off the road and I pulled up and she was stuck in the snow, that is when I heard him whisper from the back seat

"She won't be missed."

"Don't do it, don't you do this one."

"Shut up you weak bitch! I won't do anything, you will. Do you wanna go another two years without it?! Just go do it!"

"Stop! Just stop! You're not the boss of me!"

"Oh...but I am" he said like a snake in my ear "Now get out and go fucking do it boy."

I pulled my car over and I reluctantly put it in park and got out of the seat, I didn't want this but it has been so long, what else could I do? Maybe I could just help get her unstuck.

*Knock knock* my knuckles tapped on her window startling her a bit

"Ma'am are you okay? Do you need help?"

"No I'm fine" she spoke as she barely cracked the window "My husband will be here soon, I don't think it's stuck bad but I'll just wait for him thank you" and back up the small clear barrier went.
That bitch wouldn't roll down the window all the way for me?

She wouldn't see me coming in this snow, no, she wouldn't see US in this blizzard.

Getting back in my car I put on my seatbelt and go to turn the key

"She's perfect, she'll be easy for you! Good thing I've been pushing you to lift so much lately right?"

"Hush asshole, I'm figuring things out."

"What is there to figure out? Grab the hammer, smash out the window, kill her or take her home to kill her, how hard is that you fucking retard?!"

"Get out of my head, I need to think this through!"

"Out of your head, that's a fucking laugh, we are one no matter if you like it or not...I'm a part of you and I like to think the best part of..."

"Please just stop talking and I'll do it."
"Fine Shakespeare, let me see poetry in motion. Dazzle me."

I grabbed the hammer from the passenger seat, it was brand new, even had the sticker on it from the home store I just bought it from that day. It's like I knew she would be here.

I opened my door and swallowed the lump in my throat trying to scream out "RUN!" but I just pushed it down inside my chest.

"Go...bitch." came from the backseat.

Slamming doors on people that don't exist is not very satisfying.

I sprinted for the car and I could feel my eyes turning black.

I slammed the car with my body and took to smashing the clear glass window like it was nothing and she was screaming so loud. I find county roads are good for spotting deer and committing murders, I didn't see one deer on the way out either.

Pulling myself through the broken window and grabbing that poor girl by the hair hurt so much inside but I just screamed out, "COME HERE BITCH!" and proceeded to cave in her skull with the brand new hammer. Once she stopped kicking me and trying to keep living it became much easier to swing that hammer.

It was a shame really, so pretty, so vibrant, so young, such a nice frame, light weight, and so worth every penny. All that money spent on a new hammer when I had a perfectly good one sitting at home. I hate getting new tools dirty.

As I pulled her body to my car I looked back at the trail of blood and compacted snow, warm blood and cold snow make for a very picturesque setting, I bet Ansel Adams would be so jealous of what I'm looking at now, well he would be if he was crazy.

"Now why won't my fucking car start?"
"Guess you'll just have to burn it."
I suppose he's right.

Great now I gotta drag this dead bitch back to her fucking messy car and she doesn't even have a tape player for my XTC cassette? What a shit night this is turning out to be.

"See I told you this was a bad idea. I won't be able to listen to my tape."

"Shut up you little bitch, didn't it feel good seeing her face full of fear? Didn't you get a rush the second your arm felt the vibration of that hammer connecting with bone? And you wanna crying over your pussy-ass XTC tape?"

I blushed.

"Yeah I fucking thought so, now move her and we'll figure it out as we go."

This is why I hated this prick. He is always fucking right.

Throwing her bleeding corpse into her trunk wasn't easy, I had to break her left leg with my dirty hammer to get her to fit in the little piece of shit trunk, but I made it work by cracking her shin in half  with a few swift blows and just slightly breaking her ankle, I tossed snow onto the car and rubbed it on the paint to get the blood off. I couldn't risked getting pulled over and having to kill another cop again because last time that was a nightmare.
I pushed the car out of the little ditch it was in and hopped inside.

I started the car and some shitty pop music or what people call music theses started playing so I turned that shit off and took off into the snow.
"When did music become so plastic?"
"I don't like plastic music, I like plastic wrap."
"Do you ever stop?"
Wipers on and off we go.
As I drove past my burning car I paused for a second and thought of all the death that machine has seen, only seems fitting to burn the instruments of evil. Guess I know how it's gonna end.

"No music huh? It's okay I'll commentate from the back seat. 'Dead girl with bashed in skull and broken leg lays in trunk while psychopath drives off in victims shitty car with an imaginary friend in the backsea...'"

"Seriously do you ever shut up?! All you do is talk about murder and how great blood smells and just annoy the shi..."

"Don't forget...I'm part of you. The best part in fact, the strong part, the smart part, you'd be a little whiny bitch if it wasn't for me. Don't you ever forget that."

That is when I looked in the mirror and saw no one in the back seat, I turned the mirror to myself for a moment and saw a devils reflection. This is why I broke all the mirrors in my house.

This is why I broke all those fucking mirrors.

"My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone.
In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
I want no one to escape."
- Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman from American Psycho.