[ WP ] I can not explain why I followed her .

She was standing at the crosswalk digging through her purse. The frazzled look on her face was cute. She was gorgeous in her ripped jeans, flip flops and Van Halen tank top. 
 
 Whatever she was looking for was about to get her killed. As she began to walk across the street before it was ok to cross, a car sped through the intersection barely missing her. She screamed as she jumped back, and doubled over, grabbing her knees to catch her breath. 
 
 I wanted to walk over to her to see if she was ok; but my legs would n't move. I could n't stop watching her. 
 
 She finally began to walk across the street, and my legs followed. My brain kept telling me to stop but my body would n't listen. I can not explain why I followed her. I just did. 
 
 We walked for what seemed like forever, through some bad parts of the city, and into a small neighborhood where she walked up to a small duplex and began to dig through her purse again. She pulled out her keys an unlocked the door, leaving it slightly ajar as she entered her home. I followed. 
 
 I waited until I could hear her upstairs before I entered her house. She was singing to herself. Her voice was beautiful. Mesmerizing. I walked into the kitchen, and opened a few drawers looking for something. What was I looking for? I pulled out a long kitchen knife. 
 
 I was n't sure what I was going to do with the knife as I made my way quietly up the stairs. I could hear her in the shower singing. She was amazing. What was I doing here? My brain kept telling me to stop, just leave. She will never know you were here. But my body would n't stop. 
 
 I found her room at the end of the hallway and slipped into her closet. What was I going to do? 
 
 About 10 minutes later she finished her shower and came into the bedroom with her towel wrapped around her waist. Her perky tits bouncing as she sang. She plopped down on her bed on her stomach, and began checking her phone. I watched her for a few minutes as she checked Facebook, her text messages, and checked her dinner reservations for tonight to make sure she still had a table. She had such beautiful long legs. Her arms and back were covered in tattoos. 
 
 I wanted to touch them. To run my fingers down her spine, and draw around the edges of the big flower on her back. My brain told me to leave. Leave now and she wo n't be able to see your face. But my legs made me walk over to her bed. 
 
 She heard the floor creak and rolled over with a gasp. The knife was raised in my left hand and I used my right hand to cover her mouth. 
 
 `` Shh.'' I said. `` It will be alright.'' 
 
 It was a lie. What was I going to do? She was n't going to be alright. I had to end this now. She had seen my face. 
 
 I gave her a gentle kiss on the cheek as she lay there screaming under the weight of my body on top of hers. 
 
 I had never done this before. She would be my first. She was so beautiful. I wanted to hear her singing again. That would calm me. My heart raced, and my palms were sweaty. I had to do this now, or I would lose my cool. 
 
 As she screamed under my hand and pleaded with me to leave her alone, I slowly lowered the knife to her throat. Such a beautiful throat. So many places to kiss. I pressed the knife into her throat hard, and pulled it across. Blood started to trickle out and I felt my hands moving over it again for another pass. 
 
 This felt so wrong, but it felt so right. I sat there and watched the life drain from her eyes as she bled out all over her bed. I grabbed her phone and pulled up her reservation confirmation email. It was girls night at the local bar. 
 
 `` Perfect.'' I said to myself. 
 
 My brain told me to go home, but my legs led me to the bar. I sat there and ordered a beer, waiting until 5pm. I saw her friends sit down at a table. They all wondered where she was. It was her birthday, and they had brought her presents. 
 
 I waited until they finally ordered drinks and decided to just wait. I got up from my table, beer in hand, and walked over to them. So many beautiful ladies. I wonder if they could sing too. I needed to hear them sing to calm me. 
 
 I can not explain why I followed her, but she led me to them. 
 
 `` Hello ladies.'' I said with a sly smile. `` My name is Henry.'' 
 
 My brain told me to leave. Everyone can see you talking to them. But my legs would n't let me. I sat down at the table and began talking to her friends. So many beautiful ladies. They do n't even know what's coming...
