(Quick warning: This isn’t my usual work. This story contains blood and death and is pretty dark. If you’re looking for my usual innocent fun, turn back now before it’s too late)
05.08.15
I’ve decided to start a diary. Don’t want to die and not have my story known. If anyone should find this, it would be the end of me. If you are indeed reading this, I’m most likely dead. If I’m not, you better drop this now and run because I’m coming for you.
Now that we’ve got that warning out the way, I can tell you about my first kill. That’s right, I’m a killer. This diary isn’t for the faint of heart. In fact it’s probably covered in blood by the time anyone finds it.
Before we get into the fun stuff, a little about myself. My name is Myra Hart. I’m a young short girl with long brown hair and blue eyes for anyone that’s interested. I’ve been told I’m pretty too. Doesn’t really matter now though. If I’m dead you can imagine me however you like. I’m twenty three at the time of writing, but again feel free to imagine different. Maybe you like young girls or older woman. I won’t judge. I’m dead after all. Or at least I will be if this gets discovered.
I wasn’t always crazy, but I sure am now. Can’t go back after everything that’s happened. I was always selfish though. Only really cared for myself. Couldn’t keep any friends for long. Not that I needed them. I fend for myself and trust no one. Has always been that way.
At school the guys always wanted me for their own. Not after that fight though. One day I snapped and punched one in the face. His friend tried to pull me away so I hit him too. Broke his nose. The third, a big boy and a bully, tried to tackle me. I beat the shit out of him and was expelled for it. They started it. Should’ve left me alone.
I was sent to a boarding school not long after. No one messed with me there. A few tried at first, but I soon taught them. Almost strangled one to death in my first week. He robbed me, then decided he wanted to have a kiss too. He didn’t tell anyone it was me because he wouldn’t admit a girl beat him. People knew though. Everyone knew. Only reason I didn’t get kicked out was because he insisted it never happened. The head master kept trying to get it out of him. He must of known it was me, but had no proof.
I was never a bad person though. Not if you left me alone. Even now, I don’t kill more than necessary. Most the people I choose, either deserve it, or had attempted to take their own life. Better if I kill them. At least someone gets some pleasure out of it that way. They might even enjoy it. I do love it when they die with a smile on their face.
Anyway, that’s enough of me rambling on. You want to hear about the first time, don’t you? It was so sweet... I never meant to kill her. We were just playing. I better start from the beginning.
We had been friends for a while. A while for me anyway. It must have been a month or so since we first met. She wasn’t innocent, that’s for sure. We were perfect for each other. We robbed and scammed people together, and got into fights. We would always end up getting kicked from the bar. Then we would find a man and seduce him, before robbing him of everything he had. They never reported it. Too ashamed to admit it happened.
Then we would go home drunk and make out in her bed.
It wasn’t too bad at first. But we kept pushing it further and further. It wouldn’t be too long before we did something serious. Another few weeks and we would’ve been arrested or killed. Perhaps it was best that it ended before that happened.
We went far from our hometown. This time we were to really push the boundaries. It started off as usual in the bar. I was sitting next to her. We were drinking and deciding what we would do. I went to the toilet, and when I returned, a guy was sitting next to her. I grabbed him and threw him to the floor, telling him to get away from my girl. He didn’t like that. He was stronger than I expected and pinned me against the bar. My friend smashed a bottle over his head and I hit him hard.
I took his wallet as his friends tried to stop us. They gave chase as we ran down the street. We ended up in the woods.
Me and my friend hid and waited for them to get close. Then we attacked them. They weren’t prepared and after a few punches they were in no state to fight back.
We left them both unconscious in the mud, our hands bloody. We kept walking, not really knowing where we were going. Eventually we came across an abandoned building in the woods.
Inside were two junkies. They were stoned out their minds. We tried to take their cash. That’s when they pulled knives on us. My friend attacked them anyway. I’ve never seen anything like it. She wasn’t afraid at all. She disarmed one and stabbed him. The other tried to run but was caught in the back by the knife that my friend had thrown.
She then grabbed me and threw me onto the ground. This was normal in case you were wondering. We were often rough with each other. It was part of the fun.
She started ferociously kissing me, ripping of my clothes. I did the same to her. Seeing her kill like that, had awoken something within me. Then we started biting one another. We had started that a few nights before and I was covered in bruises that I tried to hide from my family.
We were both a lot rougher than before. I was the first to draw blood. After that she bit me until I bled. We went at it like savage dogs. Then I was on her throat. She was gasping as I bit her harder and harder. Her nails were ripping into my back.
Then she put her fingers inside me. I’d never felt anything like this before. I got too carried away.
Suddenly I felt something warm and wet running into my mouth. She was bleeding heavily. I had ripped open her throat in my lust.
At first I didn’t know what to do. She was choking on her own blood. But then she pulled me closer. It was like she didn’t notice or care that she was bleeding out.
I put my mouth to her throat and was soon covered in warm, wet, sticky blood. I kissed her once more before she died, my lips covered with her blood. She had a taste herself and managed to feebly return my kiss before the life went out of her.
I had to finish myself off after. That’s what she would’ve wanted. Otherwise it would’ve been for nothing. It was pretty messy. I had covered myself in her blood by the time I was done.
I would’ve gone again, sitting over her dead body, but I was scared of being caught. Instead, I moved the man she had killed earlier. I made it look like they had killed each other.
When someone found the scene, it would’ve looked like she came to buy drugs and it went wrong. I was careful not to leave any hand prints or anything else that could lead the police to my door.
I washed myself off in a nearby stream and drove home.
It was a good thing our nights out were in secret. As far as anyone knew, she was a complete stranger to me. Her finger prints must’ve been all over my car, but there was no reason for anyone to suspect me. It was far from our homes too.
It was all over the news the following day. I was worrying everyday for the next week that I would be caught. I never was though. Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.
So that was the first time I killed someone. An accident that started it all off. I’ve taken three more lives since then. By the the time anyone finds this, that number is probably higher. I’m going to log every kill from now on. I don’t know how long this’ll last. I’ll be caught eventually, no matter how careful I am. I plan on making the most of my short life though. Perhaps when I feel like my time is up, I’ll go on a killing spree. Maybe I’ll live stream it or something. That aught to get people’s attention. If I’m lucky, I’ll go down in history with a nickname like “Jack the Ripper” or “the Boston Strangler”. Or perhaps just Myra the Mad. That sounds about right. I’m growing tired of writing for today. I’ll tell the tale of my first intentional killing tomorrow.
06.08.15
So. The first time I intentionally killed someone. It was about a month after the accident with my only true friend. I was roaming the streets one evening, not really knowing what to do. After losing my mate, starting fights and robbing people wasn’t as fun as it used to be.
I was crossing a bridge in the dark when I saw a girl sitting on the edge on a bridge. It looked like she was going to jump. She never saw me approach.
And no, I know what you’re thinking, I didn’t push her. That would of been pointless. No ones getting any fun out of that are they?
She leant forward, about to jump, when I grabbed her. She started struggling and screamed at me to let go. She was desperate to jump off. I carried her away from the edge.
“Do you really want to die?” I asked her.
“Yes, just let me go. Please.” She replied.
“Okay then. But let me do it.” I said. She looked quite confused at that.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Let me kill you, if that’s what you want. You might not even die if you jump off that. It’ll be quick, I promise.” I would be doing her a favour.
“No.” She said. “This is something I have to do. I don’t want to involve you in it. Just walk away.”
“But I want to. Let me help you. Come with me and we’ll find somewhere quiet. You don’t want to die alone do you?” I started getting a little excited at the thought of killing her. She was about my age and fairly pretty. I don’t know what happened to make her want to take her life. Not my business. I just wanted to help her seal her fate.
“I’ve always been alone. You’re not talking me out of it. You’re just going to take me away to be locked up in some mental home.” She didn’t trust me to kill her. Of course she didn’t. Why would she?
“Oh, I’m going to do it. I’ll take pleasure in killing you. I killed my best friend not long ago. An accident, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I don’t even know you, and you were going to die anyway. I won’t feel bad at all. I’d be giving you what you want.” Her eyes went wide when I mentioned killing my friend.
“How did you kill her?” She asked.
“Bit her throat. We were just playing, but I was too rough. Would you like me to do that to you?”
“Will it hurt?” She seemed a little nervous then.
“Only a little. I can make you feel really good first though. If I do it when you’re having an orgasm, you’ll barely notice it.”
“Just do it quickly. Before I change my mind.”
“Not here. Come with me. I’ll get it done before long, don’t worry.” I grabbed her hand and led her to my car. I drove to a nearby forest and took her with me. We walked to a remote spot near a swamp. Not the sort of place where her body would be discovered too soon. The longer it’s been since I killed her, the less likely I’ll be caught. I think that’s true anyway. I haven’t been caught so far.
I stopped and pinned her to a tree. “Are you sure you want this? You can’t stop me if you change your mind.” I had to give her the choice. Otherwise I might’ve felt guilty.
“Just get it done.” She looked frightened. I couldn’t kill her like that.
“Would it be best if I did it when you’re not expecting it?”
“Maybe. Can you do it quickly though? How will you do it?”
“I was going to bite you like I did with my friend.”
“That’ll hurt though, won’t it? I don’t want it to hurt.” She looked like she was going to cry. I couldn’t have that. I pulled out a knife.
“I’ll use this then. Quick and clean.”
She started breathing hard when she saw the knife. Was she having second thoughts about this? I took her hand and asked for her name.
“Cait.” She had said. I suppose it could’ve been spelt Kate, I didn’t ask though.
“Don’t be scared Cait. I’ll be with you till the end. You aren’t alone anymore.”
I’m not sure why I comforted her. It’s something I always do. Guess I’m not completely evil. I wanted her to be happy when she died. Maybe I’m not as selfish as I think. If things were different, I could’ve been a good person. It’s too late to change now though.
Cait put her arms around me then and started sobbing. I almost couldn’t do it. I was so close to dropping the knife and taking her home. I asked again if she was sure she wanted this.
“Just do it. I want it to be over.” She said.
I kissed her then. She didn’t really kiss back much, I think she liked it though. She didn’t pull away or anything. I was definitely getting more enjoyment though. I was really turned on at the end. She just sort of stood there and let me do it. When she stopped crying, I slashed her throat. She didn’t see it coming. I was still kissing her. I looked her in the eye and she stared back at me. She barely seemed to have noticed what I had done.
Then I put my mouth against her throat and tasted her.
“Don’t be scared.” I whispered. I held her as she collapsed into my arms.
I lay on the ground with her body on top of me and started touching myself. Her warm, sticky blood, soaking me. I’m not sure, but I think she might’ve been alive long enough to see what I was doing. I hope so.
After I was done, I placed the knife in her hands. I noticed something in her pocket. A piece of paper. It was a suicide note. Perfect. No one would suspect murder.
Well, it wasn’t really murder. More like assisted suicide. She would’ve died anyway without me.
I washed the worst of the blood off my clothes in the swamp. When I got to my car, I changed clothes and bagged up the old stuff. I burned it a week later.
When I got home, I realised that I would’ve left fingerprints on the knife. There was nothing I could do now though.
It was almost a week before the body was found. That was far longer than I’d have expected. It had partly sunk in the mud. It was put down as suicide and not investigated too much. Apparently she had tried to take her life before. She was supposed to be in rehab but escaped the night I found her.
I knew I had to be careful next time. If there had been a full investigation, I could’ve been found out.
I’ll go over the next two kills briefly.
This time I bought plastic sheeting to make clean up easier. I buried the bodies as well.
My second kill was another suicide attempt. They tried taking loads of pills. My way was a lot quicker. They even thanked me before I killed them. The last one was a revenge kill. It was a girl that I knew from my boarding school. She was a bully. I never liked her. Once she had seen two girls kissing. She was homophobic, racist, and hated pretty much anyone that was slightly different. She had pinned one girl against the wall and hit her until she cried. The other had tried to stop her. I wished she hadn’t. The bully had punched her so hard, that she broke the poor girl’s tooth.
I was about to get involved, when a teacher broke it up. I would’ve beaten the shit out of her if I had a chance.
After that, she wouldn’t stop picking on the girl she had hit. She kept spreading rumours about her, and soon the girl had no friends left. I would’ve befriended her myself, but I didn’t do friends. Besides, she was probably scared of me.
Anyway, I met this girl one night, she recognised me.
“I remember you. You’re that weird one from school. Still defend the gays? I saw that lesbian from school the other day. The one who broke their tooth on my fist. She never looked pretty after that.”
That got me ready for a fight.
“Leave, or I’ll kill you. You leave that girl alone too, or you’ll regret it.” I meant that threat too.
She laughed. “I’d like to see you try. What’s that girl to you? Do you love her or something? You should of been there for her the other day. She needed you then.”
“What did you do to her?” Give me a reason to do it. I was thinking.
“Made sure no one would kiss her again. She cried when I broke her nose.”
I hit her then. Hard. Then I choked her until she passed out. After that, it was a trip to the murder cabin.
I waited for her to wake before opening her up with my knife. She screamed. That had felt good in a different way. She deserved that. Looking back on it, I wish I had made her death slower. Should’ve made her cry before she died. Oh well. That kill was for the poor girl at school.
See? I’m not that selfish at all am I? I’m like an insane, twisted, completely fucked up hero.
10/08/15
Last night was interesting. I’ve also discovered a new way of disposing the bodies. Fire. Burn them, then bag up the bones. I’ll need to find a way of disposing them too though. They’re in a bag in my car at the moment. I’ll probably try crushing them or something. Anyway, let me tell you all about last night’s events. I’m sure you’re dying to know. No pun intended.
The girl had broken out of an insane asylum when I found her. Typical crazy girl, wild eyed and messy hair. She was more a danger to herself than anyone else. I told her I won’t let them take her away again. She didn’t want to go back. Now she never will.
I took her to my abandoned shack. I should stop doing it in the same place, but I’m a creature of habit. I’m actually writing this in the very spot she died. When we arrived, I started laying out the plastic sheeting. She wasn’t too interested in what I was doing, she was too busy chewing her fingers.
She actually drew blood. When I was done, her hands were red and sticky.
“What are you doing? I asked her.”
“They put me in a jacket that doesn’t let me bite myself. It’s not fair. Why do they get to decide what I can and can’t do?” Then she carried on with her chewing.
I suddenly grabbed her hand then, and brought it to my mouth. I started sucking at the chewed flesh, tasting her blood.
It made her giggle. “That tickles.” She said. “Do it with my other hand.” She held out her other hand for me to take. I snatched it and bit her hard.
I immediately felt really bad. It was way too hard. I didn’t want to hurt her, I just lost control.
Does that sound strange? That I kill without remorse, but hate seeing people get hurt. Maybe that’s why I didn’t torture that girl I hated. As much as I hated her, I couldn’t see her in pain.
Anyway, the girl just looked at me wide eyed. I let go of her hand and backed away a little. She obviously wasn’t completely there. It wasn’t fair to do this to her, she was completely defenceless.
But her next words surprised me. “Do it again. Harder!”
“What?” I said, “Didn’t that hurt?”
“I liked it. They don’t let me hurt myself. Can you hurt me? Please?”
If that was what she wanted... Who am I to say what she can and can’t enjoy? I bit her again then. Even harder. I heard something crunch in her hand. She gasped, but made no attempt to stop me. I kept gnawing at her like a dog, until blood filled my mouth. Then, when my lips were painted in red, I kissed her. I don’t think anyone’s done that to her before. She started giggling as I snogged her. I think she enjoyed it in her own way.
I tried doing tongues with her after. She asked what I was doing.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“It feels funny. Do it again.” She replied. I continued. I got some pleasure out of it, but it didn’t feel quite right. She tried to copy me, but she was a complete mess. She kept giggling as well, which was a bit off putting.
“Bite me again!” She asked suddenly. She sounded excited. I was only too happy to oblige. I already knew how this night would end. I would keep biting, harder and harder, and eventually she would bleed out. She wouldn’t even know she was going to die.
I bit her shoulders next. Bit until she cried out. I was about to move onto her breasts, when she suddenly said. “Can I bite you too?”
I wasn’t sure at first. She wouldn’t know when to stop. Would she accidentally kill me like I killed my friend?
“Okay, but gently.” I said. She wasn’t gentle. I’ve got a scar on my arm where she bit me. I let her do it until the pain was unbearable. Then I shoved her off and bit her back. She thought it was a game and tried to bite me again.
“That’s enough now. Bite yourself if you like.” I told her. And that’s what she did.
I joined in with her. She was bleeding heavily when we were done. Both our faces were bloody. Her arm was a mess. I had to bandage it up. I didn’t want her to pass out yet. I wanted to make it last all night.
When I was done, I looked up at her. She looked completely feral, like a wild beast. I can only imagine what I looked like at that point. I began touching myself, wondering what she would do next.
“Oh, I like doing that too!” She exclaimed. “It’s hard with that stupid jacket on though, so I rub myself on the bed. Do you get all wet when you do it?” She asks.
“Yes, have a feel.” I grabbed her hand (the one covered in blood) and shoved it into my jeans.
She giggled again. “It’s very wet. Do you want me to rub it for you?”
“Yes!” I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She probably didn’t really understand what she was doing, but it felt pretty good.
I wanted see what else she could do.
“Kiss me.” I said.
“On your mouth?” She asked.
“Yes.” She planted a wet messy kiss on my lips, then giggled again.
“No, keep doing it. Don’t stop.” This might be the last time someone will ever kiss me. I didn’t care if she felt anything or not.
She was absolutely terrible at kissing, but it was better than nothing.
“Do it like this.” I said, showing her how a proper kiss is done. She tried to imitate me but it was only a slight improvement. Maybe she would’ve been better if she didn’t keep laughing.
I got her to use her tongue in the end. I was about to bite it, but decided to save that for later.
“Actually put your fingers inside. Rub harder.” I told her. I grabbed her hand and guided her until I came.
I sort of felt wrong afterwards. I was using her like a slave. She had no idea what she was doing. She did seem to be having fun though. Although she was older than me, her mental age was far lower.
I felt it was only fair if I got her off as well before she inevitably died.
It took longer than I expected. I had to be really rough as well. I’m pretty sure she loved it though. I could see it in her eyes. She couldn’t stop smiling afterwards.
“That was so fun. Can you do it again?”
“Later. Can I bite you again?” I asked. I probably would of done it even if she said no, but I feel better if they agree to it.
“Yes! That’s fun as well. You can bite hard if you want. I like it more that way.”
“Why do you like pain so much?” I had to ask. Did she even feel pain? Something was definitely wrong with her.
“I like the way it feels. Don’t you like it? I wasn’t allowed to play with knifes before they took me away. But I made my own. I found a nail under my carpet. I used to write my name with it.”
“What is your name?” I asked.
She took her jeans off and pointed to one of her legs. There was a large scar down one. It spelt Megan.
“I got in trouble for doing that. Do you like it?”
“Very pretty.” I said. “Would you like me to bite you now Megan?”
“You’re my friend so you can call me Meg if you want.” She replied.
I thought about keeping her then. She was cute in a way. She would be good company. But it would be dangerous for both of us. She would eventually get caught again, and I would get found out. Besides, she would almost certainly die from infection. We’ve both been biting her.
“Okay Meg.” I leaned closer.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“Myra.”
“I like that name. Oh! Yes, harder!” She cries as I bite her shoulder. I already drew blood. I completely ravaged her entire arm. She kept wanting more.
I tried kissing her again. When she gave me her tongue, like I taught her, I bit it hard. That made her scream.
“I’m so sorry, I thought you wanted it.” Maybe that was too much.
“Do it again.” She was completely nuts.
“Are you sure? I’m going to bite it off if I do it any harder.”
“I bit the end off it once.” Said Meg.
I decided to just go for it. She would die shortly anyway.
She kept squirming as I chewed on her tongue. My mouth was full of blood within seconds. I spat it in her face. I’m sure you can guess what she did then.
That’s right, she started giggling.
“There’s so much blood.” She said, barely about to get the words out.
I got her to touch me again as I kissed her. When I felt a powerful climax coming, I bit her throat hard.
I put my arms around her as she died. Then to my surprise, I started sobbing.
I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I killed my second friend, just like with my first.
She tried to comfort me even though she was bleeding heavily. That just made me cry harder. I was probably her only friend in the world. I wished then that I just ran away with her. We were both insane. It would’ve been an interesting relationship.
But I know now that it would never have worked. She was better off dead, than in that mad house she came from.
Maybe I should stop all this killing. Becoming a serial killer has made me realise that I’m not as bad a person as I thought I was. Strange as that sounds.
Perhaps I’ll become some sort of overkill vigilante and deal justice to those who deserve it. Someone kicks a cat, and I’ll rip their throat out. That sort of thing. I’ll sleep on it.
21/08/15
It’s all gone wrong. I’m currently writing this in a pool of blood. I don’t know how long I can hold out so will have to keep this short. I found another girl who I thought was going to take their life. I persuaded them to come to the cabin, and did what I always do.
Soon after I started kissing her, she pushed me off and said she’s not sure if she wants to die anymore.
The cabin was set up for another killing. She knew who I was and where I do my business. If I let her go, she could report me to the police.
As she tried to leave, I panicked and took out my knife. She fought me and I got stabbed in the process. She looked horrified at what she had done, and fled.
I guess this is it. End of the line. Either I bleed out, or I’ll be arrested. I’d rather die than spend life in prison. There is a third option, but it’s risky.
I could report her to the police and say she attacked me. But if they do an investigation, what will they find? There’s too much evidence against me.
I guess this is what I deserve. I need to rest now. If you find this diary next to my body, you’ll know what happened. If I’m not there... If I survive, I’m getting out of here. I’ve got a backup plan. I’m not going to explain it here. I’m not stupid. If I lose this, I don’t want people knowing where I’ve gone. I’ve already written too much. If I survive, I’m probably going to destroy this diary and start a new life.
If you’re reading this. I’m either dead or my plan failed.
Myra Hart.
05.08.15
I’ve decided to start a diary. Don’t want to die and not have my story known. If anyone should find this, it would be the end of me. If you are indeed reading this, I’m most likely dead. If I’m not, you better drop this now and run because I’m coming for you.
Now that we’ve got that warning out the way, I can tell you about my first kill. That’s right, I’m a killer. This diary isn’t for the faint of heart. In fact it’s probably covered in blood by the time anyone finds it.
Before we get into the fun stuff, a little about myself. My name is Myra Hart. I’m a young short girl with long brown hair and blue eyes for anyone that’s interested. I’ve been told I’m pretty too. Doesn’t really matter now though. If I’m dead you can imagine me however you like. I’m twenty three at the time of writing, but again feel free to imagine different. Maybe you like young girls or older woman. I won’t judge. I’m dead after all. Or at least I will be if this gets discovered.
I wasn’t always crazy, but I sure am now. Can’t go back after everything that’s happened. I was always selfish though. Only really cared for myself. Couldn’t keep any friends for long. Not that I needed them. I fend for myself and trust no one. Has always been that way.
At school the guys always wanted me for their own. Not after that fight though. One day I snapped and punched one in the face. His friend tried to pull me away so I hit him too. Broke his nose. The third, a big boy and a bully, tried to tackle me. I beat the shit out of him and was expelled for it. They started it. Should’ve left me alone.
I was sent to a boarding school not long after. No one messed with me there. A few tried at first, but I soon taught them. Almost strangled one to death in my first week. He robbed me, then decided he wanted to have a kiss too. He didn’t tell anyone it was me because he wouldn’t admit a girl beat him. People knew though. Everyone knew. Only reason I didn’t get kicked out was because he insisted it never happened. The head master kept trying to get it out of him. He must of known it was me, but had no proof.
I was never a bad person though. Not if you left me alone. Even now, I don’t kill more than necessary. Most the people I choose, either deserve it, or had attempted to take their own life. Better if I kill them. At least someone gets some pleasure out of it that way. They might even enjoy it. I do love it when they die with a smile on their face.
Anyway, that’s enough of me rambling on. You want to hear about the first time, don’t you? It was so sweet... I never meant to kill her. We were just playing. I better start from the beginning.
We had been friends for a while. A while for me anyway. It must have been a month or so since we first met. She wasn’t innocent, that’s for sure. We were perfect for each other. We robbed and scammed people together, and got into fights. We would always end up getting kicked from the bar. Then we would find a man and seduce him, before robbing him of everything he had. They never reported it. Too ashamed to admit it happened.
Then we would go home drunk and make out in her bed.
It wasn’t too bad at first. But we kept pushing it further and further. It wouldn’t be too long before we did something serious. Another few weeks and we would’ve been arrested or killed. Perhaps it was best that it ended before that happened.
We went far from our hometown. This time we were to really push the boundaries. It started off as usual in the bar. I was sitting next to her. We were drinking and deciding what we would do. I went to the toilet, and when I returned, a guy was sitting next to her. I grabbed him and threw him to the floor, telling him to get away from my girl. He didn’t like that. He was stronger than I expected and pinned me against the bar. My friend smashed a bottle over his head and I hit him hard.
I took his wallet as his friends tried to stop us. They gave chase as we ran down the street. We ended up in the woods.
Me and my friend hid and waited for them to get close. Then we attacked them. They weren’t prepared and after a few punches they were in no state to fight back.
We left them both unconscious in the mud, our hands bloody. We kept walking, not really knowing where we were going. Eventually we came across an abandoned building in the woods.
Inside were two junkies. They were stoned out their minds. We tried to take their cash. That’s when they pulled knives on us. My friend attacked them anyway. I’ve never seen anything like it. She wasn’t afraid at all. She disarmed one and stabbed him. The other tried to run but was caught in the back by the knife that my friend had thrown.
She then grabbed me and threw me onto the ground. This was normal in case you were wondering. We were often rough with each other. It was part of the fun.
She started ferociously kissing me, ripping of my clothes. I did the same to her. Seeing her kill like that, had awoken something within me. Then we started biting one another. We had started that a few nights before and I was covered in bruises that I tried to hide from my family.
We were both a lot rougher than before. I was the first to draw blood. After that she bit me until I bled. We went at it like savage dogs. Then I was on her throat. She was gasping as I bit her harder and harder. Her nails were ripping into my back.
Then she put her fingers inside me. I’d never felt anything like this before. I got too carried away.
Suddenly I felt something warm and wet running into my mouth. She was bleeding heavily. I had ripped open her throat in my lust.
At first I didn’t know what to do. She was choking on her own blood. But then she pulled me closer. It was like she didn’t notice or care that she was bleeding out.
I put my mouth to her throat and was soon covered in warm, wet, sticky blood. I kissed her once more before she died, my lips covered with her blood. She had a taste herself and managed to feebly return my kiss before the life went out of her.
I had to finish myself off after. That’s what she would’ve wanted. Otherwise it would’ve been for nothing. It was pretty messy. I had covered myself in her blood by the time I was done.
I would’ve gone again, sitting over her dead body, but I was scared of being caught. Instead, I moved the man she had killed earlier. I made it look like they had killed each other.
When someone found the scene, it would’ve looked like she came to buy drugs and it went wrong. I was careful not to leave any hand prints or anything else that could lead the police to my door.
I washed myself off in a nearby stream and drove home.
It was a good thing our nights out were in secret. As far as anyone knew, she was a complete stranger to me. Her finger prints must’ve been all over my car, but there was no reason for anyone to suspect me. It was far from our homes too.
It was all over the news the following day. I was worrying everyday for the next week that I would be caught. I never was though. Otherwise I wouldn’t be writing this.
So that was the first time I killed someone. An accident that started it all off. I’ve taken three more lives since then. By the the time anyone finds this, that number is probably higher. I’m going to log every kill from now on. I don’t know how long this’ll last. I’ll be caught eventually, no matter how careful I am. I plan on making the most of my short life though. Perhaps when I feel like my time is up, I’ll go on a killing spree. Maybe I’ll live stream it or something. That aught to get people’s attention. If I’m lucky, I’ll go down in history with a nickname like “Jack the Ripper” or “the Boston Strangler”. Or perhaps just Myra the Mad. That sounds about right. I’m growing tired of writing for today. I’ll tell the tale of my first intentional killing tomorrow.
06.08.15
So. The first time I intentionally killed someone. It was about a month after the accident with my only true friend. I was roaming the streets one evening, not really knowing what to do. After losing my mate, starting fights and robbing people wasn’t as fun as it used to be.
I was crossing a bridge in the dark when I saw a girl sitting on the edge on a bridge. It looked like she was going to jump. She never saw me approach.
And no, I know what you’re thinking, I didn’t push her. That would of been pointless. No ones getting any fun out of that are they?
She leant forward, about to jump, when I grabbed her. She started struggling and screamed at me to let go. She was desperate to jump off. I carried her away from the edge.
“Do you really want to die?” I asked her.
“Yes, just let me go. Please.” She replied.
“Okay then. But let me do it.” I said. She looked quite confused at that.
“What do you mean?” She asked.
“Let me kill you, if that’s what you want. You might not even die if you jump off that. It’ll be quick, I promise.” I would be doing her a favour.
“No.” She said. “This is something I have to do. I don’t want to involve you in it. Just walk away.”
“But I want to. Let me help you. Come with me and we’ll find somewhere quiet. You don’t want to die alone do you?” I started getting a little excited at the thought of killing her. She was about my age and fairly pretty. I don’t know what happened to make her want to take her life. Not my business. I just wanted to help her seal her fate.
“I’ve always been alone. You’re not talking me out of it. You’re just going to take me away to be locked up in some mental home.” She didn’t trust me to kill her. Of course she didn’t. Why would she?
“Oh, I’m going to do it. I’ll take pleasure in killing you. I killed my best friend not long ago. An accident, but I enjoyed it nonetheless. I don’t even know you, and you were going to die anyway. I won’t feel bad at all. I’d be giving you what you want.” Her eyes went wide when I mentioned killing my friend.
“How did you kill her?” She asked.
“Bit her throat. We were just playing, but I was too rough. Would you like me to do that to you?”
“Will it hurt?” She seemed a little nervous then.
“Only a little. I can make you feel really good first though. If I do it when you’re having an orgasm, you’ll barely notice it.”
“Just do it quickly. Before I change my mind.”
“Not here. Come with me. I’ll get it done before long, don’t worry.” I grabbed her hand and led her to my car. I drove to a nearby forest and took her with me. We walked to a remote spot near a swamp. Not the sort of place where her body would be discovered too soon. The longer it’s been since I killed her, the less likely I’ll be caught. I think that’s true anyway. I haven’t been caught so far.
I stopped and pinned her to a tree. “Are you sure you want this? You can’t stop me if you change your mind.” I had to give her the choice. Otherwise I might’ve felt guilty.
“Just get it done.” She looked frightened. I couldn’t kill her like that.
“Would it be best if I did it when you’re not expecting it?”
“Maybe. Can you do it quickly though? How will you do it?”
“I was going to bite you like I did with my friend.”
“That’ll hurt though, won’t it? I don’t want it to hurt.” She looked like she was going to cry. I couldn’t have that. I pulled out a knife.
“I’ll use this then. Quick and clean.”
She started breathing hard when she saw the knife. Was she having second thoughts about this? I took her hand and asked for her name.
“Cait.” She had said. I suppose it could’ve been spelt Kate, I didn’t ask though.
“Don’t be scared Cait. I’ll be with you till the end. You aren’t alone anymore.”
I’m not sure why I comforted her. It’s something I always do. Guess I’m not completely evil. I wanted her to be happy when she died. Maybe I’m not as selfish as I think. If things were different, I could’ve been a good person. It’s too late to change now though.
Cait put her arms around me then and started sobbing. I almost couldn’t do it. I was so close to dropping the knife and taking her home. I asked again if she was sure she wanted this.
“Just do it. I want it to be over.” She said.
I kissed her then. She didn’t really kiss back much, I think she liked it though. She didn’t pull away or anything. I was definitely getting more enjoyment though. I was really turned on at the end. She just sort of stood there and let me do it. When she stopped crying, I slashed her throat. She didn’t see it coming. I was still kissing her. I looked her in the eye and she stared back at me. She barely seemed to have noticed what I had done.
Then I put my mouth against her throat and tasted her.
“Don’t be scared.” I whispered. I held her as she collapsed into my arms.
I lay on the ground with her body on top of me and started touching myself. Her warm, sticky blood, soaking me. I’m not sure, but I think she might’ve been alive long enough to see what I was doing. I hope so.
After I was done, I placed the knife in her hands. I noticed something in her pocket. A piece of paper. It was a suicide note. Perfect. No one would suspect murder.
Well, it wasn’t really murder. More like assisted suicide. She would’ve died anyway without me.
I washed the worst of the blood off my clothes in the swamp. When I got to my car, I changed clothes and bagged up the old stuff. I burned it a week later.
When I got home, I realised that I would’ve left fingerprints on the knife. There was nothing I could do now though.
It was almost a week before the body was found. That was far longer than I’d have expected. It had partly sunk in the mud. It was put down as suicide and not investigated too much. Apparently she had tried to take her life before. She was supposed to be in rehab but escaped the night I found her.
I knew I had to be careful next time. If there had been a full investigation, I could’ve been found out.
I’ll go over the next two kills briefly.
This time I bought plastic sheeting to make clean up easier. I buried the bodies as well.
My second kill was another suicide attempt. They tried taking loads of pills. My way was a lot quicker. They even thanked me before I killed them. The last one was a revenge kill. It was a girl that I knew from my boarding school. She was a bully. I never liked her. Once she had seen two girls kissing. She was homophobic, racist, and hated pretty much anyone that was slightly different. She had pinned one girl against the wall and hit her until she cried. The other had tried to stop her. I wished she hadn’t. The bully had punched her so hard, that she broke the poor girl’s tooth.
I was about to get involved, when a teacher broke it up. I would’ve beaten the shit out of her if I had a chance.
After that, she wouldn’t stop picking on the girl she had hit. She kept spreading rumours about her, and soon the girl had no friends left. I would’ve befriended her myself, but I didn’t do friends. Besides, she was probably scared of me.
Anyway, I met this girl one night, she recognised me.
“I remember you. You’re that weird one from school. Still defend the gays? I saw that lesbian from school the other day. The one who broke their tooth on my fist. She never looked pretty after that.”
That got me ready for a fight.
“Leave, or I’ll kill you. You leave that girl alone too, or you’ll regret it.” I meant that threat too.
She laughed. “I’d like to see you try. What’s that girl to you? Do you love her or something? You should of been there for her the other day. She needed you then.”
“What did you do to her?” Give me a reason to do it. I was thinking.
“Made sure no one would kiss her again. She cried when I broke her nose.”
I hit her then. Hard. Then I choked her until she passed out. After that, it was a trip to the murder cabin.
I waited for her to wake before opening her up with my knife. She screamed. That had felt good in a different way. She deserved that. Looking back on it, I wish I had made her death slower. Should’ve made her cry before she died. Oh well. That kill was for the poor girl at school.
See? I’m not that selfish at all am I? I’m like an insane, twisted, completely fucked up hero.
10/08/15
Last night was interesting. I’ve also discovered a new way of disposing the bodies. Fire. Burn them, then bag up the bones. I’ll need to find a way of disposing them too though. They’re in a bag in my car at the moment. I’ll probably try crushing them or something. Anyway, let me tell you all about last night’s events. I’m sure you’re dying to know. No pun intended.
The girl had broken out of an insane asylum when I found her. Typical crazy girl, wild eyed and messy hair. She was more a danger to herself than anyone else. I told her I won’t let them take her away again. She didn’t want to go back. Now she never will.
I took her to my abandoned shack. I should stop doing it in the same place, but I’m a creature of habit. I’m actually writing this in the very spot she died. When we arrived, I started laying out the plastic sheeting. She wasn’t too interested in what I was doing, she was too busy chewing her fingers.
She actually drew blood. When I was done, her hands were red and sticky.
“What are you doing? I asked her.”
“They put me in a jacket that doesn’t let me bite myself. It’s not fair. Why do they get to decide what I can and can’t do?” Then she carried on with her chewing.
I suddenly grabbed her hand then, and brought it to my mouth. I started sucking at the chewed flesh, tasting her blood.
It made her giggle. “That tickles.” She said. “Do it with my other hand.” She held out her other hand for me to take. I snatched it and bit her hard.
I immediately felt really bad. It was way too hard. I didn’t want to hurt her, I just lost control.
Does that sound strange? That I kill without remorse, but hate seeing people get hurt. Maybe that’s why I didn’t torture that girl I hated. As much as I hated her, I couldn’t see her in pain.
Anyway, the girl just looked at me wide eyed. I let go of her hand and backed away a little. She obviously wasn’t completely there. It wasn’t fair to do this to her, she was completely defenceless.
But her next words surprised me. “Do it again. Harder!”
“What?” I said, “Didn’t that hurt?”
“I liked it. They don’t let me hurt myself. Can you hurt me? Please?”
If that was what she wanted... Who am I to say what she can and can’t enjoy? I bit her again then. Even harder. I heard something crunch in her hand. She gasped, but made no attempt to stop me. I kept gnawing at her like a dog, until blood filled my mouth. Then, when my lips were painted in red, I kissed her. I don’t think anyone’s done that to her before. She started giggling as I snogged her. I think she enjoyed it in her own way.
I tried doing tongues with her after. She asked what I was doing.
“Does that feel good?” I asked.
“It feels funny. Do it again.” She replied. I continued. I got some pleasure out of it, but it didn’t feel quite right. She tried to copy me, but she was a complete mess. She kept giggling as well, which was a bit off putting.
“Bite me again!” She asked suddenly. She sounded excited. I was only too happy to oblige. I already knew how this night would end. I would keep biting, harder and harder, and eventually she would bleed out. She wouldn’t even know she was going to die.
I bit her shoulders next. Bit until she cried out. I was about to move onto her breasts, when she suddenly said. “Can I bite you too?”
I wasn’t sure at first. She wouldn’t know when to stop. Would she accidentally kill me like I killed my friend?
“Okay, but gently.” I said. She wasn’t gentle. I’ve got a scar on my arm where she bit me. I let her do it until the pain was unbearable. Then I shoved her off and bit her back. She thought it was a game and tried to bite me again.
“That’s enough now. Bite yourself if you like.” I told her. And that’s what she did.
I joined in with her. She was bleeding heavily when we were done. Both our faces were bloody. Her arm was a mess. I had to bandage it up. I didn’t want her to pass out yet. I wanted to make it last all night.
When I was done, I looked up at her. She looked completely feral, like a wild beast. I can only imagine what I looked like at that point. I began touching myself, wondering what she would do next.
“Oh, I like doing that too!” She exclaimed. “It’s hard with that stupid jacket on though, so I rub myself on the bed. Do you get all wet when you do it?” She asks.
“Yes, have a feel.” I grabbed her hand (the one covered in blood) and shoved it into my jeans.
She giggled again. “It’s very wet. Do you want me to rub it for you?”
“Yes!” I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. She probably didn’t really understand what she was doing, but it felt pretty good.
I wanted see what else she could do.
“Kiss me.” I said.
“On your mouth?” She asked.
“Yes.” She planted a wet messy kiss on my lips, then giggled again.
“No, keep doing it. Don’t stop.” This might be the last time someone will ever kiss me. I didn’t care if she felt anything or not.
She was absolutely terrible at kissing, but it was better than nothing.
“Do it like this.” I said, showing her how a proper kiss is done. She tried to imitate me but it was only a slight improvement. Maybe she would’ve been better if she didn’t keep laughing.
I got her to use her tongue in the end. I was about to bite it, but decided to save that for later.
“Actually put your fingers inside. Rub harder.” I told her. I grabbed her hand and guided her until I came.
I sort of felt wrong afterwards. I was using her like a slave. She had no idea what she was doing. She did seem to be having fun though. Although she was older than me, her mental age was far lower.
I felt it was only fair if I got her off as well before she inevitably died.
It took longer than I expected. I had to be really rough as well. I’m pretty sure she loved it though. I could see it in her eyes. She couldn’t stop smiling afterwards.
“That was so fun. Can you do it again?”
“Later. Can I bite you again?” I asked. I probably would of done it even if she said no, but I feel better if they agree to it.
“Yes! That’s fun as well. You can bite hard if you want. I like it more that way.”
“Why do you like pain so much?” I had to ask. Did she even feel pain? Something was definitely wrong with her.
“I like the way it feels. Don’t you like it? I wasn’t allowed to play with knifes before they took me away. But I made my own. I found a nail under my carpet. I used to write my name with it.”
“What is your name?” I asked.
She took her jeans off and pointed to one of her legs. There was a large scar down one. It spelt Megan.
“I got in trouble for doing that. Do you like it?”
“Very pretty.” I said. “Would you like me to bite you now Megan?”
“You’re my friend so you can call me Meg if you want.” She replied.
I thought about keeping her then. She was cute in a way. She would be good company. But it would be dangerous for both of us. She would eventually get caught again, and I would get found out. Besides, she would almost certainly die from infection. We’ve both been biting her.
“Okay Meg.” I leaned closer.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
“Myra.”
“I like that name. Oh! Yes, harder!” She cries as I bite her shoulder. I already drew blood. I completely ravaged her entire arm. She kept wanting more.
I tried kissing her again. When she gave me her tongue, like I taught her, I bit it hard. That made her scream.
“I’m so sorry, I thought you wanted it.” Maybe that was too much.
“Do it again.” She was completely nuts.
“Are you sure? I’m going to bite it off if I do it any harder.”
“I bit the end off it once.” Said Meg.
I decided to just go for it. She would die shortly anyway.
She kept squirming as I chewed on her tongue. My mouth was full of blood within seconds. I spat it in her face. I’m sure you can guess what she did then.
That’s right, she started giggling.
“There’s so much blood.” She said, barely about to get the words out.
I got her to touch me again as I kissed her. When I felt a powerful climax coming, I bit her throat hard.
I put my arms around her as she died. Then to my surprise, I started sobbing.
I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I killed my second friend, just like with my first.
She tried to comfort me even though she was bleeding heavily. That just made me cry harder. I was probably her only friend in the world. I wished then that I just ran away with her. We were both insane. It would’ve been an interesting relationship.
But I know now that it would never have worked. She was better off dead, than in that mad house she came from.
Maybe I should stop all this killing. Becoming a serial killer has made me realise that I’m not as bad a person as I thought I was. Strange as that sounds.
Perhaps I’ll become some sort of overkill vigilante and deal justice to those who deserve it. Someone kicks a cat, and I’ll rip their throat out. That sort of thing. I’ll sleep on it.
21/08/15
It’s all gone wrong. I’m currently writing this in a pool of blood. I don’t know how long I can hold out so will have to keep this short. I found another girl who I thought was going to take their life. I persuaded them to come to the cabin, and did what I always do.
Soon after I started kissing her, she pushed me off and said she’s not sure if she wants to die anymore.
The cabin was set up for another killing. She knew who I was and where I do my business. If I let her go, she could report me to the police.
As she tried to leave, I panicked and took out my knife. She fought me and I got stabbed in the process. She looked horrified at what she had done, and fled.
I guess this is it. End of the line. Either I bleed out, or I’ll be arrested. I’d rather die than spend life in prison. There is a third option, but it’s risky.
I could report her to the police and say she attacked me. But if they do an investigation, what will they find? There’s too much evidence against me.
I guess this is what I deserve. I need to rest now. If you find this diary next to my body, you’ll know what happened. If I’m not there... If I survive, I’m getting out of here. I’ve got a backup plan. I’m not going to explain it here. I’m not stupid. If I lose this, I don’t want people knowing where I’ve gone. I’ve already written too much. If I survive, I’m probably going to destroy this diary and start a new life.
If you’re reading this. I’m either dead or my plan failed.
Myra Hart.