Yo Quieo Jugah

I woke up and drew a line on the wall
I was starting to act like a prisioner counting the days he had been in jail
Seven days had passed
And still.. no victims
-What is wrong with me? dammit! what the hell am I thinking??
There was some kind of weird disease in town
Eveyone seemed to have it, so I just told my friends that I too had it.. I couldn't be disturbed
I had to think, and think carefuly
Looking back on the things I've done, there seemed to be no mistakes, no holes... except for that crazy girl..
A shiver came down my spine.. I feared that girl
Angel? Savior? what was the matter with her
And besides that.. why? I coulnd't even THINK about killing her, because everything disappeared
That girl, that girl, that girl
It was all I could think of.. that girl
I didn't even know her name.. I even barely remember her
Blonde long hair, deep blue eyes, slender figure.. yeah, I remembered that but.. I was so messed up
And besides that, I was groing more and more afraid
What if this was some kind of weird punishment?
What if I couldn't kill anyone anymore??
What if...?
Dammit!
I looked at the seven lines on my wall... one week
I went down the stairs and drank a cup of coffee
I saw the newspapaer lying there on the table
That was strange, my father was like a madman when it came to keeping the house neat and tidy, and that including not leaving anything on the table that didn't belong there...
Front page, huge letters... "The killer strikes back, three this time"
- WHAT THE FUCK??
I went straight to the police section.. there it was, it said that I had killed three more people, almost identical method I used when I was at the radio station. No signs of struggle, not signs of a fight, just brute force and a broken neck.
I didn't understand... I hadn't been outside in almost a week! how could that be possible??
I turned on the TV... a tennis match between my favorit tennis player against someone I didn't know.. It didn't interest me so I changed the channel.. The news was on and it said that TODAY I HAD KILLED ANOTHER ONE... How??
I was incredibly confused, but I had to knew..
I looked for the past seven day's newspapers...
Killer, Killer, Killer.. why??
Seven days had passed, twenty one victims... how???
I left the newspapers where they belonged and grabbed my coat. I had to go to college, I had a test that day, but I was still incredibly confused...
That thay the test was terrible.. I couldn't focus even though I knew all the stuff... so confused
As I was in the bus hading home, my mother called me
- Hi Mark! where are you? there's a pretty girl here who came to see you, I told her you were at college but she insisted to wait for you claiming that she needed to speak to you and...
I hang up the phone... could she be?...

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