It really wasn’t that hard once I started, though I will admit I was scared to try at first. The boy was a close friend of mine, I invited him over to my house where we went to the basement for some privacy. He looked at me, surprise in his eyes, with a nervousness that I felt too. Our hearts beat rapidly, as I pulled off his shirt. “Don’t…stop” he said in between exasperated breaths. I smiled coyly as he looked down at me. That’s when I knew I had made the right decision to make him my first kill. I thought the blood would make me squeamish at first, but it was all too easy to ignore once his screaming took my attention. I will say this: next time I’ll drag it out longer, he only lasted forty-two seconds.