It was beautiful!!

Now, some people may find blood gory and disgusting, but that is SO not the case with me. I love blood. It's the essence of a person. Whenever I killed (apart from that bitch Samantha), I always made sure I spilled some of their blood (or in Suzanne's case, a LOT). Letting the blood flow brings a kind of finality to the whole life-death situation. it also makes ME let go of the person I'm usually killing.

Needless to say, Suzanne's and Alexander's death was a party for me. Smelling that rich, thick, intoxicating smell of blood made me high, making stabbing them SO much more fun!!

I can feel you judging me, but before you do, just DON'T. Those two deserved it!

I can forgive a fling. God knows I've had more than my share. But I really can't stand a life-long affair! That's just unpardonable!

So I took that knife (scalpel, now I know it's called) and plunged it hard into the naked flesh of twisted bodies I saw. As it turned out, I had stabbed my mother. Her cries of "Alllllllllllliii.....OHHH" became "AAAAAHHH..that really hurt!!". But that was the only sound I heard. After that, I became blind and deaf to everything else but the blood and the sounds of the stabbing. I knew that someone would enter the room soon, hearing my obscenely loud mother and her lover, but I guess people at the hospital knew about my mother and Alexander, so no-one came in for quite some time, giving me lot's of time to escape!

But i took my time. I wanted the job to be done well, no matter how much time it took. Turns out, not much. It was actually all over in a few minutes. Their bodies stopped writhing after a few minutes, gone from white to red in the space of a few minutes. there were so many stab wounds that it was almost impossible to count them (though later I came to know that there were 37 stab wounds in all...oh how I congratulated myself!)!

My hands were covered in their blood, my gown almost soaked through, but I kept going. Every stab for me was a way to come to terms with what I had seen happen on that sterilized bed and let me tell you, it wasn't easy at all.

Soon, I started regaining my senses. I realized the enormity or what I had just done and stopped to look at my handiwork. Despite myself a smile crept onto my face. They looked like carved animals, every bit of them covered on blood. Their faces were frozen in pain, an expression I'm not going to forget for the rest of my life! It was the sweetest thing in the world. One of Alexander's eyes were halfway open, as if in the middle of a wink, though his bloody lips told an entirely different story. They were rounded in an "Oh" as if surprised by what was happening. Like I said before, it was beautiful!

My mother's face was different. Her hair, shaken loose out of her prim and proper chignon was strewn across her face like two horns sticking out from her head. Blood was trickling out from her mouth, snapped shut by the impact of one of the blows that landed in her cheek. Her eyes were open, terrified, a thing of beauty, I must say!

I started retreating, knowing that I probably didn't have a lot of time left before someone came a-knocking. I slipped quietly out through the door, into the deserted passageway which had led me to Dr.Alexander's "treatment" room. It was conveniently devoid of anybody who might accidentally discover them, which in turn was lucky for me!

I went out into a WC, splashed my face with lots of cold water to clean it and remove the blood from it, so I looked ashen. Then I thought of Neil, my first love and made tears fall down my face. I screamed my voice hoarse, crying all the while. When I looked at my reflection again, my face had changed from being red, puffy, angry and menacing, to white, sunken, tear-streaked, tired and most of all sad, in just a matter of a few minutes.

Then I ran out to where I knew I'd find someone, still crying, my voice reduced to almost a whisper, breathing shakily, heart beating madly with the euphoria of the murder and the running around.

Eventually, I found James, talking to Dr, Scott Valenzio, looking extremely worried. As I came near, I heard him say my name along with "they're really close...if anything happens to Suzanne, God knows how Zxy will react...she needs her right now, what with Consuela and me..her new life...I hope she's okay.."

Oh, James, little did you know!

I ran straight into his arms, seeking "comfort" in his big arms, still crying uncontrollably, unable to form words. He hugged me for a few minutes, then pushed me away to look at the wreck I had become, soothing me with that seductive voice. But then he saw my bloody gown and stopped.

And gasped.

And then shouted.

"Oh my Dear God, Zxy! what happened? are you all right? Is that blood? Is that your blood? Who did this to you?"

I shouted for joy inside, and still crying, said to him,"...Mother...Dr. Alexander...room..naked...blood...dead...tell me...not true...how could she...now she's gone...dead..get to them...please...Consuela...take care..."

I guess I didn't know it then, but I was pretty tired after all I had done, for the next moment, I fainted into oblivion.