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How To Write A Letter To Walt Whitney's Death

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The man was hungry. After sending his message, he warmed up a microwave meal, and returned to the living room, with that and a Pepsi. After rape, torture and murder, sugary soda's were his main vice, and he usually didn't drink alcohol. Not alone anyway, he'd been to known to consume a few beers on those rare occasions he socialised with his peers, and the odd glass of wine when he dined with his parents.

Which reminded him, he was due to pay them a visit. They lived in the same city, and his mother had been constantly pestering him to pop around for dinner, and asking when he was going to find a nice girl, settle down and get married. The man had been in a few relationships, but they didn't last long - the sex was too rough - and his mom …show more content…

Believe me, I, of all people, know when a woman is broken, and a scream is real. However, I promise to be more careful next time, and not leave anything incriminating behind. I was in a rush..... scared of alerting the neighbours, you know?

Whitney did look beautiful, I must agree. Probably for the first time in her life. Death is nothing to be afraid of, it's the process of dying that hurts.

Do you have any idea of how close I was yesterday. Did you feel my eyes upon you? I could have taken your life before you were able to blink, if I were that way inclined. Why didn't I? Well, hookers, teenage runaways, and overweight housewives don't present much of a challenge. You, however, are different. What's the kill, without the hunt?

On the other hand, I may be looking for a friend - even a man such as me becomes lonely sometimes, Analise (Don't be sad). I'm unsure of the answer myself.

I'm enjoying the game, but if I'm so tedious to you, why answer at all, or suggest we meet? Is it me you're trying to convince, or yourself? I'm the game-master, you are merely a piece on the board. It ends when I decide it ends. Not you. If you truly want to meet, then let us do

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