It was done, and nothing could take it back. The cold scenery around them in that crematorium made The scene a lot more vivid. The corpse just lied there, almost hilariously still. I almost laughed. A grown man being murdered by a child? It's amazing to see how far a little surprise can go.

 Besides the blunt force trauma to the back of the head from My "little" surprise, I bent his joints in ways they weren't supposed to. He was bleeding what blood was left, and the cut across his left hands' wrist wasn't helping either. After he fell,  I noticed he was still breathing, so I beat him until he didn't.

I giggled and let show the most disturbing smile the man would have seen, if he were still alive. With one eye half closed and a grin across my face, I tried to think like a sane person. 

Poor kid, he was only around 19, and besides that fact, I didn't even know him. Wow, I am really good at that. With adrenaline and dopamine pumping through me, I picked up one leg with my small arms, and pulled as hard as I could. All she needed to do was get him to the furnace.

I located a pen, found a slip of paper, and wrote: From, Meirelle. 

A roll of tape was nearby, so I taped the message to the broken man's chest and after a struggle, loaded him onto the tray. The machines activation button was not far away...

This book's true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.

On the way home, I passed through the usual dark alleys and shady people, and like always in this safe town, nothing happened. Though nothing has happened, and nothing ever probably would, I cannot help but grip the large knife in my hoodies' pocket.

A young man, looking about a year younger than the man I had just murdered appeared behind me. Startled, I nearly pull the knife on him, but pause in time.

"You appear to have lots of blood on you. Are you okay?" 

Thinking of an excuse, I grip my nose with my free hand and nod. "Yup, just a really bad nosebleed sir."

"No need for the formality, I was just wondering if you were okay. I have another question. Have you seen my brother around? He said he was going to meet with someone this morning, but never returned."

I stare up at the sky, clutching my nose like a child. I just realized it is sunset. how could I never notice? 

"I have to go home sir, my Mom is almost finished with dinner. Bye!" We turn away from each other and walk separate directions.

I arrive at home and run upstairs. I cleaned the murder site already, so all I need to do is clean me.

After my shower, I folded the clothes and put them in an airtight bag, then put that in my special drawer. My mom isn't allowed in there, and I can easily explain this scenario.

The gloves, hair net, and wooden bat were all burned with the body, so all I need to worry about is burning the clothes tomorrow.

I lied earlier, I already had dinner. As I flop onto my bed, I pull the covers over my face, smile, and hope that my dreams recount the murder I had just commited.