It was done, and nothing could take it back. The cold scenery around them in that crematorium made The scene a lot more vivid. The corpse just lied there, almost hilariously still. I almost laughed. A grown man being murdered by a child? It's amazing to see how far a little surprise can go.

  Besides the blunt force trauma to the back of the head from My "little" surprise, I bent his joints in ways they weren't supposed to. He was bleeding what blood was left, and the cut across his left hands' wrist wasn't helping either. After he fell, I noticed he was still breathing, so I beat him until he didn't.

  I giggled and let show the most disturbing smile the man would have seen, if he were still alive. With one eye half closed and a grin across my face, I tried to think like a sane person.

  Poor kid, he was only around 19, and besides that fact, I didn't even know him. Wow, I am really good at that. With adrenaline and dopamine pumping through me, I picked up one leg with my small arms, and pulled as hard as I could. All she needed to do was get him to the furnace.

  I located a pen, found a slip of paper, and wrote: From, Meirelle.

  A roll of tape was nearby, so I taped the message to the broken man's chest and after a struggle, loaded him onto the tray. The machines activation button was not far away...

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  On the way home, I passed through the usual dark alleys and shady people, and like always in this safe town, nothing happened. Though nothing has happened, and nothing ever probably would, I cannot help but grip the large knife in my hoodies' pocket.

  A young man, looking about a year younger than the man I had just murdered appeared behind me. Startled, I nearly pull the knife on him, but pause in time.

  "You appear to have lots of blood on you. Are you okay?"

  Thinking of an excuse, I grip my nose with my free hand and nod. "Yup, just a really bad nosebleed sir."

  "No need for the formality, I was just wondering if you were okay. I have another question. Have you seen my brother around? He said he was going to meet with someone this morning, but never returned."

  I stare up at the sky, clutching my nose like a child. I just realized it is sunset. how could I never notice?

  "I have to go home sir, my Mom is almost finished with dinner. Bye!" We turn away from each other and walk separate directions.

  I arrive at home and run upstairs. I cleaned the murder site already, so all I need to do is clean me.

  After my shower, I folded the clothes and put them in an airtight bag, then put that in my special drawer. My mom isn't allowed in there, and I can easily explain this scenario.

  The gloves, hair net, and wooden bat were all burned with the body, so all I need to worry about is burning the clothes tomorrow.

  I lied earlier, I already had dinner. As I flop onto my bed, I pull the covers over my face, smile, and hope that my dreams recount the murder I had just commited.