September Will Never End, chapter 1

Yeah, they caught me. But I didn't care. Hell, I would do it again if I could. Of course, if I did do it again, I wouldn't leave any stories behind.

Sitting on the hard bunk, I looked over at my calendar. I know it's February, but my calendar is still set on September. I stare at the fifteenth.

What a great day. Heh. She had it coming.

I chuckle as I think of her testimony at the trial. The fear in her eyes, the sadness in her voice. The way the ugly bruises complimented her pretty face made me smile. Oh, how I've dreamt of tearing up her face- making her scared. Making her feel pain. Scarring her for life.

That's why I didn't kill her. I loved the look of terror and pain. Sure, some may say I'm a freak, but who cares? I've heard it all my life.

I stare passed the cold, iron bars and look across. The old rapist is sleeping. People always joke about how jailed is filled with the best of God's people. Everyone is innocent. Fuck that. I'm not. I [u]know[/u] I'm not. I made sure everyone knew who the fuck I was... for the most part, anyway.

I stare out in the darkness. Sometimes, I wish these green eyes could glow- just to make me look more menacing. The old rapist sits up and looks at me. I stare coldly back.

A shiver runs down his spine. He tries to say something, but doesn't. Nobody wants to talk to me. I scare them. Hell, I've been told over the phone that Satan himself would cower in my presence.

I run my fingers through my black hair. I frown as I realize how long it's getting. Maybe I'll get that damn rapist to cut my hair. I know he's still watching me through closed eyes. I grin as he pulls the thin blanket over his head.

I lie down and rest my head upon the flat pillow. I close my eyes and begin to relive that day.


***Flashback***

The air was cool and crisp. The leaves were beginning to change colors. Red, yellow, and brown dotted the green ground like an abstract painting. I was sitting in my car waiting for her and the other man to come home.

I hate that man. That bastard. That fiend. But I couldn't decide if I hated her just as much.

Suddenly, I saw her car. I ducked down and watched them pull in the driveway. They both got out and shared a kiss. It brought sickness to my stomach. They walked into the house hand-in-hand. Once the front door closed, I watched them through the windows.

I watched them kiss. I watched them hug. I watched as she pushed him towards the bedroom. I rolled my eyes. The stupid bitch didn't even close the curtains.

I watched in disgust as this degrading sin took place. When I could handle no more, I drove off.

I was wondering what to do. Then... I had a brilliant idea. I pulled into the nearest store.

I walked through the aisles looking for the items I needed. Duct tape. Rope. Pocket knives. Butcher knives.

And so I didn't look like a killer, I also bought some gum.

I handed the cashier my debit card and thought to myself how great it's going to be tonight. Tonight, she's getting it.

I started to put my card back into the slot when my eyes fell upon her picture. I stopped and stared. A tear slid down my face.

Adrienne... How could you?