Billy’s house, at 2:36 am; Billy just realized what he had done. Blood was on his hands, knife trembling between his aching fingers. He drops the knife, and suddenly feels sick. What has he done? He just killed his girlfriend. His desires to smell the rich-iron filled blood got the best of him.

He was in his room, crying. He had never felt so weak, never felt so defeated. It was safe to say he had something wrong with him; he wasn’t normal. He needed someone to fulfill his desires. He needed someone to make him feel loved. Sidney could never do that. She cheated on him, she made him feel worthless. So, Billy killed her. Simple in his head, but not simple in the current situation he was placed in.

You came over to Billy’s house, and as soon as you came in, you heard crying. You were lucky enough to avoid seeing the crime scene, as you headed upstairs to his room. You knocked softly on the door. “Billy?” Your voice echoed through the hall.