'Christmas Eve huh? Whoopee' You thought to yourself. Your just going to celebrate it alone again.Its the same every year. Your family left you when you were 6, you were now 14. Eight years living on your own. A merry Christmas indeed. You were hungry, having to depend on kind people and garbage to survive. Going back to your little place in the woods with canned soup and a piece of stale bread. You were ready to spend yet another Christmas alone.
I watched the girl walk back to the woods. She was going to be my next kill. A merry Christmas to me. I approached her slowly and quietly. She was eating soup. But why in these woods? Oh well. Doesn't matter. I held the knife to her neck. I felt her tense. But she didn't scream do anything else. Why won't you scream?" She sighed. "Why should I? It's not like anyone will come running." What is she talking about? "What do you mean?" She replied. "Exactly what I said. No one would care if I died. Now are you go