A perfect murder

The first thought on my mind was, how I can get away this after I have finished killing that person, who murdered the one person that meant the world to me. He took my everything away from me, the only one who could make my day better. That is my mom and she does not live anymore because of him. It was killing me.

And now I have planned a perfect way to take away the life of the man who destroyed mine.

The first thing I have to figure out is where he lives and the most important thing is that I have to be alone while killing him, so that no one can ever find out that it was me. I have to hide every evidence. I have planned that I would kill him in his one house.

Here is my story

I was mentally ready for this moment and I have prepared every single move that I have to make.

I was driving behind him in my car he was on his way home. I made sure that he didn’t notice that I was following him.

When he arrived at his home I waited for him to get inside and after an hour I knocked on his door all dressed up as I was ready to do everything that he would ask me to. I asked him if it was alright if I stayed with him over the night because my car was broke. He accepted and let me in to his house. We talked for a while and all seemed to be fine we had a couple of drinks and he didn’t even notice that I put toxic in his drink after a little while he was feeling uncomfortable, he couldn’t breathe and then I said to him: “you are lucky it didn’t get any worse, I will see you in hell” then I left his house with a really bad taste in my mouth I couldn’t handle the fact that I killed someone. I was not a monster like him, but I couldn’t neither bare the fact that the one who killed my mother, had the right to live anymore. I was crying on my way home then I lay on my bed and I was feeling the same as the guy I killed half an hour ago, I could feel the pain that he did. But I didn’t care because this pain was much better and it would only last for a short time. But at least I got my revenge. I knew that my mother wouldn’t have wished this for me, but I just couldn’t take the pain anymore. I had to end it in some way. So I did.