She was a young blonde. I'd guess about sixteen or seventeen years old. She looked just like all the rest.

Pretty and perfect.

Her hair was the perfect shade of blonde. I could tell it wasn't fake, even in the dim light given off by the moon. That color was real.

Her face was round, like a baby's. She looked so young and innocent.

And her eyes were huge compared to the rest of her head. They made her even more appealing to me. They were blue. The perfect shade of blue. Like the ocean.

And the way she flicked her hair over her shoulder when she laughed made me swoon for her.

I loved her. Why did she have to leave me?

I waited a long time for her to show up. All of the other girls who came by were just not right.

They weren't her.

I needed her. Her specifically. I miss her.

She finally came to me around midnight. Her beautiful eyes sparkled in the moonlight as she walked towards her car.

I was waiting for her on a nearby bench. A bench that seemed to be perfectly placed to watch her as she conversed with her friends under a big oak tree. I waited for a long time. Long enough to sit and watch the sun set beneath the horizon.

She stayed in the middle of the huddle for what seemed like forever. But one by one, her friends began to leave her. They went home

By that time, I had already decided that she would be the one.

She was perfect.

I followed her through the shadows back to her car. She was the only car in the giant lot at that late hour.

She fumbled with her keys as I grew closer to her. Her blonde hair looked so wonderful in that light.

I missed her. I need to see her. I love her.

"Katie!" I smiled as I touched her shoulder. "It's been so long." I laughed as she turned around.

"My name isn't Katie," she spoke. "Leave me alone you creep." She turned back to her car and inserted the key in to the door.

It was then that anger filled my brain and I pressed my hand against her back, pinning her to the door. She screamed as I held her.

Her screams only made me angrier. Why was she resisting? I couldn't figure it out.

She misses me. She needed to see me. She loves me.

"As I was saying," I leaned in closer. I wanted her to feel the breath coming from my mouth as I spoke. "It's been a long time. Shall we have coffee at my place? We have a lot to catch up on." I ask, giving her a chance to fix her earlier mistake.

She shakes her head. "I'm calling the police!" She yelled at me.

"It's a little hard to do that when you are pinned against a car, don't you think?" I ask. I grab on to her perfect blonde hair and yank her head back. "Open the car."

"It's a little hard to do that when I'm pinned against a car, don't you think?" She mocked me. I could tell she was trying to make me let her go. She was trying to distract me.

If she just listened...

I slam her head against the window. She cried out in pain. "I didn't want to hurt you." I said softly, guilt pouring over my rapid-beating heart. "Now open the car."

She turned the key in the lock and pulled the door open, silently sobbing to herself.

I yanked her head back and kept a hold of her hair as I reached for the inside of the car. I pulled on the trunk button and smiled softly as I heard it pop open.

"Who are you?" She asked as I closed her door.

She knew exactly who I am. I don't know why she even asked me that question.

I pulled her to the ground and leaned on her with my knee. She screamed again.

I pulled a knife out of the back pocket of my jeans.

"No no, please!" She pleaded with me. "I'll do anything. Please!" She begged.

All I was capable of doing was smiling. I had Katie right where I wanted her. She wasn't going to get away from me this time.

I lifted the knife above my head and paused as I stared in to her big, blue eyes. They really looked beautiful in that lighting.

I grabbed on to her face, squeezing her cheeks between my fingers.

She cried and cried.

She thought it would stop me. But it only fueled my power more and more.

A car runs on gasoline while I run on her screams and the screams of those who came before her.

I plunged the knife deep in to her abdomen. She screamed the loudest I have ever heard. She was even louder than the others were.

I twisted the knife inside her and pulled it back out slowly, drawing out the pain as long as I possibly could.

I lifted the knife and lowered it again and again until she was covered in my marks.

I counted seventy five times. But then again, I lost track about ten in.

My mind went blank. I could see clearly again.

I stood up and grabbed on to her hands, dragging her to the back of the car.

I picked her up and threw her in the trunk.

I bent down inside the car and smirked as my lips touched hers.

"Sleep tight Katie." I said as I slammed the trunk shut. I walked away from the car.

On to the next one.