It has been so long since school ended. I feel the urge to kill rising once again. All of those sluts and whores at that place disgust me. I enjoy watching them suffer and cry out in pain as I slice their throat. I watch their blood pool as hold their entrails. In can never wipe those delicious images from my mind. The joy filled me only to wiped from my memory. I had to return so everything could continue.

I arrived an hour early for school so I could stake out all the new murder spots. No student dared to even look in my direction. My sights were set on a girl named Elizabed. She was perfect in every way, though she sold her body to make ends meet. All the girls did. I only chose those pretty enough to sell their bodies. All were prostitutes. They. Will. All. Die.  sometimes I wish I would like them, a woman. My pain of living everyday in a male's body is killing me. So, when I kill her, I shall rip out her uterus and shred it. Some may think of me as a psychopath, I think myself is a perfectly sane person, but only with some violent tendencies.

Today was the first day of school, well more like the first day back to school. Let's just say some bodies were found on campus and well, they closed the school for a few months. Every single body found had their throats slit and blood everywhere. Little did the school know, I killed them. And now, I plan to you so much more. All those little sluts selling their body, every single one of them will die. How about we start off with an old friend of mine, let's just say she has an interesting backstory. At the age of 10 she was broken out of a jail, age of 12 she started prostitution to survive on the streets. And now she's 18 and one of the most popular prostitutes in the whole town. She racks and cash like it's no big deal anymore, and she's forgotten her real friend, me. I was the only thing that she ever needed in life, and now she has everything, I am nothing to her. So this little bitch is going to get what's coming to her. I will take her life like I took those 11 others. And this time, no one will find out.

Today was the day, I could finally kill Elizabed . Everything was going perfectly. School was out, and we were walking down the street. I decided to take, a shortcut. We took the back alley around 10. The street light shone bright as I wore my black trench coat. My top hat was nice and sturdy and my cane kept me up. I know I'm kind of young for a cane but let's just say some, medical issues happened. I walked up behind her, took out my blade, and whispered in her ear one simple thing. “I'm going to stab a bitch”. And with that one, small, delicate move, I sliced her throat open. Her scream filled my soul pure joy. I watched as her lifeless body fell to the ground. Everything was perfect. I knelt down next to her unconscious dead body, and sliced open her stomach. The uterus was the first thing I found, so I precisely cut it out. If she could have one why couldn't I. Next thing I saw, was her heart. All throughout my life that's all I ever wanted her heart. It hurt me so much to have to rip it out, just like she did to mine. With one more delicate swipe, her heart was out of her chest and down the street in a pool of its own blood.

To this day, a week later, the police are still as baffled as day 1. I laugh at every attempt they have to try to bring me to justice. Every night I whisper to myself one thing, she ripped out my heart so I ripped hers out in return. I continued going to school like normal every single day like a good child I knew I was, not. Every little thing I did, was to find my next victim. That's when Mary Ann Nichols came to town. I knew she was just like Elizabed, but worse. The first time I saw her, everything had changed. The first sight of her changed me. I felt the strong urge rise back up in me. Everything was, the same. I always look at her the same way I looked at at Elizabed, the same way I murdered her. I looked at her with lustful eyes, but only one thing was wrong. I fell for her. I knew I could never have her  and I knew it was going to crush my heart. And I had one thing for her, the sharp blade of my knife. But she was curious. One of the only prostitutes I had ever seen, who craves knowledge. The only one I had ever seen that wanted to know who I was. So I would simply tell her. I would gain her trust and tell her the same way I told Elizabed, with my knife in her throat and her heart down the road. The trust was going to be hard, but murder came naturally. Everyday I would bring her a flower and lunch. My flatmate, Mary Jane Kelly, was just like the rest. But I loved her to much. I pleaded that she stop and I would take care of her. I was in love. Yes, I am a man of honor but they are all so, beautiful. Everytime I come home she is nowhere to be found. Only during the early hours of my studies do I find her creeping through the house. I may love her but she is just like the rest. I am doing this to scare her off the streets and if she continues, she may be next.

Ah yes. It is Friday the 31st of August. My summer class had finished up late today and I was to meet Mary for dinner. Little did she know this would be her final meal ever. We started off home at around 3:00 a.m. and we walked down Buck’s Row. Her heels clacked on the stone path as she walked just a bit ahead of me. The time had come. I gained her trust, and now she would die. I took the sharp blade from my pocket and grabbed her neck. “I'm going to stab a bitch”. I sliced her neck twice. Once an inch below the jaw than an inch below that. After she fell to the ground, I lifted up her skirt and made several cut on her abdomen that ran left to right. That was one hint I gave the police, I am left handed. I heard voices down the street so, I ran to the best of my ability, that is.

The next woman I had my eye on was Annie Chapman. She was simple and like the rest a prostitute I loved. Let's just say that I planned to do the same with her as the rest.  She already trusted me and came in to me in her troubling times. So I led her down a small road and killed her.  I slit her throat and stole her heart and uterus. She had it coming just like the other four I would murder. Each murder became even more gruesome until I killed Mary.

My heart was shattered from the pain I caused myself. I had brought myself to kill the one I loved most. I couldn't kill her in a n awful way though. She was to perfect so I killed her in her sleep. I am Jack the Ripper.

(The name Elizabed is from an RPG I played with my girlfriend and that was her character.)