I have a reason for all of this. I have a reason for following her through the dark city streets at night. I have a reason. I have a reason for mapping this course for her to follow tonight.

She deserves it. She deserves to suffer through this. She deserves everything that’s coming for her.

I have a reason for grabbing her into the shadows. I have a reason for covering her mouth before anyone can scream. I have a reason for grabbing at her hair and pulling her farther into the shadows.

She deserves it. She deserves this for what she did. She deserves to suffer. Her pain will heal mine.

She screams and struggles as I shove the knife into her shoulder. Tears stream down her face. Blood mixes with her tears and I laugh.

She deserves this. She looks like her. I picture her face and I know it’s her. She used to use me, now I was using her. Her screams were hers. Her cries were hers.

I dragged her body over to the wall and let the knife go at her. Blood poured down, staining everything. She deserves this pain. She won’t understand why, but she does.

Everything is messy and bloody. This is madness. This is chaos. But in this chaos, there is calculation. This is planned. This is death. This is revenge.

She deserves this.

She deserves this.

She deserves this.