[ WP ] A girl meets a boy that changes her life forever . Her first kill .

He was definitely the one. We all know that by now. That's why we're here. To hear why I did it. 
 
 His eyes were that color. The exact one. The color of the eyes I'd seen glowing in the dark. That weird blue. It was n't his little fault. The boy I met, I mean. 
 
 His hair. Oh god, his black hair. Straight and smooth against his skull it laid, taunting me with its similarity. He was a little thing. Maybe ten, eleven, but real small for that age. I had seen him before and had felt a stirring, but he had never looked at me before; talked to me. The moment he locked eyes with me, the second I saw his timid yet defiant stance, and those eyes, of course, I knew that was it. How I would feel right again. 
 
 I had beckoned him, and he came trustfully. I was an unassuming twelve year old girl, why would n't he? The trees had never looked so green. The air felt heavier, and my breathing was shallow. He trailed along behind me, intent on our task. I felt the tightness begin in my chest. I looked back to make sure he was keeping up. His black head was down, his pale skin shone in the dimming light. 
 
 We were almost there. To the place I usually went after the nights where I could n't sleep. I thought it would be fitting. The monster that made me would never be gone fully. For every action, there is an equal or greater reaction. 
 
 
 I had stopped. I remember his look. His face as he looked up at me in anticipation. I pulled out the belt. The same exact one. If you do n't understand yet, then I ca n't help you much more. You have to understand why I did it. 
 
 I looped the belt, feeling the roughened leather in my knuckles. The boy still stood there, wondering, as I willed myself to jump. 
 
 He had no idea. When the belt went around his tiny neck, he still had n't caught up. I saw his eyes, turned him to me as his small struggles started to cease, and I finally saw it. The recognition. The acceptance that there was nothing he could do. His limpness as he gave in, let go. It was all the same. Anyone could be in charge. 
 
 Did he deserve it? No, of course he did n't. But, no one wanted to help me, no one cared when I told them that my daddy was n't the same since momma died, no one saved me when he took his comfort. I did n't deserve it either. Who is really losing? The boy who never has to feel pain again? Or me? The girl who deals with a grown mans delusions every single day? I did him a favor. I got to feel like I had choice for once. That's all I care about. 
 

