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My God, she was beautiful. She was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. She was 5’9, about 20, long, silky black hair, a smile that lit the room, and eyes as green as grass in spring. Her hourglass figure was perfect, she was perfect. Much better than the other four. But I couldn’t talk to her. I had to sit and hide in the bushes by her house until she was asleep. She couldn’t see me. Her beauty could not be shown the hideousness that is me, until the right time. I started hiding in the bushes about eight-o-clock that night and didn’t enter the house until one in the morning. I had watched her for so long; I knew the spare key was under the grey rock that said WELCOME on the front. I grabbed the key and opened the red front door to her house.

The inside was just as I had imagined. The walls were painted a deep red, almost like the color of blood as it streams from human flesh. There were pictures on the wall of her and whom I assumed to be her parents. There was a small living room which had a small television, a small couch and a loveseat. I looked around for a while, examining all of the knickknacks around her house. I walk into the kitchen and find her leftover dinner still on the stove. Mashed potatoes, gravy and chicken. She had good taste. I then walked upstairs and into the bathroom. On the sink was all of her makeup and perfume. I sprayed the perfume on myself and the wonderful, elegant aroma filled the room. I took a deep breath in to savor the smell. I then picked up her makeup. There was blush, eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick and things I didn’t know. I took the cap off of her bright red lipstick and put it to my lips.

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“God Damn it, Anna! How many times do I need to tell you to stop using my makeup? I hate when you do that! Hate it! Go to your room right now!” my mother yelled.

“I’m sorry Mama. I just wanna look pretty like you!” I sobbed.

“Go to your damn room! I hate you!”

I went to my room and cried. I was only seven. I just wanted to be beautiful. That’s all I ever wanted.

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I put the cap back on the lipstick and wiped it off my face with the hand towel hanging by the sink. Someone as ugly as me didn’t need lipstick. That’s what Mama always said. I hated being ugly. That’s why I needed this beautiful woman.

After about an hour of snooping around her house, I finally entered her bedroom. There she was, sleeping soundly under her black and pink comforter. She was even more beautiful when she slept. Her face was so peaceful, her body relaxed. The rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed was so smooth. It was wonderful. I slowly went closer to her bedside and kneeled beside her sleeping body. I leaned in and smelled her flowing black hair. It was a smell of berries, sweet, fresh. I sat by her for hours, watching her sleep. Those hours of beauty couldn’t last forever though. I knew what had to be done. I grabbed the bottle of chloroform and a cloth from my backpack. After drenching the cloth, I held the wet cloth to her mouth and nose as she woke up for only a moment, her eyes full of fear, before she went unconscious.

I put a blanket on the floor and gently placed the girl on it before I dragged her limp body to the stairs. Bringing her down the stairs was difficult. I had to go down backwards and make sure I wasn’t hurting her delicate, gorgeous head. I stepped slowly and cautiously until I reached the bottom. While dragging her to the back door, I started to feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. I knew what I was going do to her, and she was going to be the best of all the girls. I quietly put her in the back of my old, rusty pickup truck and started driving home.