Matador

I've recently been influenced by dark elements from any and everywhere. I felt inspired a few days ago but couldn't get the Internet up to write it and now... It sucks. But hell, I rather have it out of my system.

Honestly I can't remember how I ended up in this alley. Obviously I got hooked up on cocaine and whatnot. So pfft, I needed the money, sold my shoes, my car and finally my house. And you know how people feel remorse for getting into drugs? Those are wussies, probably clean freaks who have a problem living by a dumpster. There is absolutely no problem being an addict. I am happier snorted up than at my dead end job.
Fuck life, achievements, family and of course love.

I made a few friends in the alley, my bestfriend is a black cat with weird eyes. Yellow and green for the other. Well, I kinda moved into her house and she let me be a tenant after I offered half a tuna sandwich. The bitch seemed to want it so much at first until she stepped all over it, practically leaving her marks so I couldn't have it even if she weren't eating it.
She's a sadistic freak and loves playing with her food, she tortures rats tearing at them so they dribble blood. Oh and finally she pokes into organs and draws them across the floor making an organic abstract bloody portrait before eating her food.

The more I watch how elegant she is prancing around with her tail upright as she walks around studying her surroundings. There's just something about her that draws my attention to her darkness. And honestly it engulfs me, it makes me want to play God the way she does with her food.

So I did it, I killed my first victim (back alley services). Three needles into his neck and a tourniquet around his neck shoving the larynx to the back of the throat. My thirst was cleared and heightened at the same time.

-Cheryl