Serial Killer Story with no name Chapters 1-3

Chapter One
It all started with the sunglasses.
Those fucking glasses.
It started with the glasses, which lead to her, which led to him. The glasses I guess I could care less about, although the sun is quite bright. But it’s her that really got me. I met a girl and went on two dates with her and fell in love. Stupid right? Exactly, but us guys we have this idea of what our perfect girl would be like and when I basically met mine I pursued her without thought. The blood didn’t rush from my brain to my penis, but rather to my heart. I didn’t want to doubt that she could break my heart. And she actually never did. But god damn it. If only Julio Mendez had never existed you know? I wouldn’t have felt this deep turning in my stomach, the need to vomit, and the unbelievably annoying shaking that my whole body suffers through. Classic heartbreak, you know? That’s what finally set me into motion. See a couple months back I suffered through a horrible Saturday in which I didn’t get to hang out with any of my friends, didn’t have internet, and couldn’t watch TV. So on that day, I sat there and just thought. My thoughts just started out with normal thoughts, wondering what other people are doing. But eventually they led to my hidden thoughts, the thoughts of death. Not my death or death in general but murder. I’m pretty sure normal teenagers don’t think of murder. Especially at this degree. I even planned the perfect murder. Of course I’m not going to say what it was because obviously if anyone find out, I won’t get away with it.

Chapter Two
This is the story of my journey to my epiphany of my true purpose. See, in a time of sadness and despair I found my true calling in life.
Julio, Julio, Julio. That bastard was all I could think about for two weeks.
The pain.
The suffering.
The hurt.
Eventually it led back to the thoughts I had that sunny and metaphorically dark day without internet. I thought about that perfect plan. Did I really want to use it on this excuse for a man?
Yes.
Did I want to risk my sanity just to get revenge?
Yes.
Problem Solved.
I started to talk less in class, I let my nails and my hair grow out, I did keep brushing my teeth though. I hate it when my teeth get fuzzy. I started to stalk Julio.
I watched Julio laughing with his friends at the mall. Took notes. Saw his hair waving as he drove his fancy corvette convertible with the top down. Took notes. I watched him kiss her. Broke my pencil.
First time I’d broken a mechanical pencil before. I went to Office Depot to get some new ones and when I walked out, there he was. “Why the fuck are you following me, you creep?!” he shouted. I just stared at him. He punched me in the abdomen and I started to laugh. He repeatedly punched me in the face until the blood from my nose was all over my chin. I punched him in the throat and he started to cough. I took off running. I was not ready for this. I should have been more discreet. I got in the car and took a deep breath. I watched him get back into his car. I followed him home from a distance. I put my phone under the passenger seat of his corvette. Then, I drove home.
At home I washed off all the blood and prepared myself for what I was about to do. I scrubbed. I shaved. I cut my fingernails. I brushed my teeth.
I prepared for the task at hand, I took some deep breaths and then grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and my dad’s prized machete. You might be thinking about this perfect murder that I spoke of well stop, this isn’t it. I got my laptop and searched for the GPS location of my phone. Make out point. Not good, this meant that I’d need an off roading vehicle. I grabbed my dad’s truck and put the stuff into it. I blasted the song “Counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums” by A Perfect Circle to get me hyped up as I drove there.

Chapter Three
I sat there a moment and felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I was 50 feet from Make out Point. I should probably explain exactly what Make point Point is. It’s a point at the top of this hill that not too many people know about. Luckily, I know about it. And the best part, it’s totally secluded. Too perfect right? I turned off the radio and turned off the headlights. I drove up until I was about twenty feet away behind some brush. As I watched the car I reached over and started to stroke the edge of the machete in preparation. That’s when I noticed something. The girl in the car was blonde. It wasn’t her. He stole her from me and now he was cheating on her. I felt the blood start to rush through my body as I started to get angry. I scolded myself and took some deep breaths to calm myself down. I need my head clear to think. To plan. To strike.
I looked around the car and saw my dad’s phone charging. Perfect. I unplugged it from the car charger and called my phone. I watched as the blonde stopped what she was doing and asked if that was Julio’s phone. Then she looked around and found it and answered, “um…hello” “Julio has a girlfriend.” Quick, precise, and straight to the point. Those four words were all I had to say. I hung up. “Whose fucking phone is that?” “Shut up! You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend!” the blonde said as she put her jacket on and hopped out of the car. I smiled. I got out of the truck with the stuff. He got out of the car to get the blonde and spotted me. “You!” He started towards me and I sliced the machete down into his leg and got it stuck. Damn it. That’s the first time I’ve gotten a machete stuck. But, then again, that’s the first time I’ve used a machete. He screamed and fell. I smiled. I pulled the machete out with a tug. He started to crawl away which made me laugh, “Why do people try to crawl away when they know they won’t get away?” I took the cap off of the hydrogen peroxide with my teeth and poured some onto his leg. He let out a cry and I laughed at the fear in his eyes. I held the machete over my head and cut into his abdomen. No feeling as good as ruining a perfectly toned six pack. I emptied the bottle of hydrogen peroxide on his abdomen and he cried out in pain. I watched him squirm like the pathetic little worm he was and with all my strength behind the slice I decapitated him.