Tiffany Ray : The beginning P5

I took the cold knife from my father.I smiled at him. He said to me, "Go for it." I looked at the man and i put my mouth close to his ear and said, "Don't worry it will be quick." Then I started laughing historically. I grasped the knife firmly and slowly slid the knife along the side of his face. The blood began to more. The thrill was wonderful, but i needed more. I took t he knife and slowly ran it along his neck. He began to groan, and moan. I began to laugh. I looked at my dad. "Tiffany, I will be right back i need to grab some towels." He said. He we inside the house. The man was slowly bleeding to death. Suddenly I felt the adrenaline kick in. I put my thighs over his stomach and began to stab the man in his chest over and over as I laughed psychotically. I could feel the man's death. I loved to watch his suffer. The way it made me feel. He wasn't breathing anymore. He was covered in blood and so was I. My father entered the garage. "Wow Tiffany, I didn't think you had it in you." he said standing over the body. " I guess it runs in your blood, passed on from me." He said laughing. I thought to myself. "It's true, I LOVE to kill, and i always will. I AM a killer. I heard my mother car door shut. "Oh no!" i said. "Tiffany go get changed and tell your mother i went out." he said. I nodded and darted out of the garage and into the house before my mother could see me. I ran upstairs to my room and locked the door. I tore off my clothes and put on a over-sized t-shirt and some sweatpants. I shoved the clothes in my closet, and unlocked my door and started to walk out. I saw my mother standing at the door. "What?" I questioned her. "Is everything ok?" she asked suspiciously. "Yes." i said and walked pass her. I ran into the garage and locked the door. To Be Continued....