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can’t risk him telling anyone about Karen and me. I turn to Karen, and the look I see on her face instantly makes me regret killing him in front of her. Her screams send chills down my spine.
    The chills don’t come from how horrified she is of me, or how disgusted she is. It’s from the kill. From standing over a man’s lifeless body and feeling that rush of power run through my veins. The rush I get from taking someone else’s life is unlike anything. Fuck, the high it gives me, it’s almost as good as sex. 
    A part of me knows I should not be feeling this way after taking someone’s life. I tell myself over and over that I will stop and I will never do it again, but the truth is, I instantly start to crave the next before this body turns cold. It is my darkness. It feeds off the power and all the intense feelings I have after. I have no idea if I can ever stop being this way. 

 
    I hear Josh shut the motel door, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t want a shower anymore; I just want to get the hell out of here. I slowly open the bathroom door, hoping he didn’t forget anything, or decides to come back. I have no idea where he is going, not that I want to know, but I need to leave soon if I am to get a head start. I am also thankful I don’t have any of my belongings with me now. It will be easier just to leave and not have to worry with dragging a bag in this god awful heat. I look out the motel window, making sure he is gone from the parking lot. I don’t want to risk him seeing me leave. I also knew if he did, I wouldn’t like that out come at all. 
    I don’t think twice when I leave the motel room. I scan the parking lot, seeing Josh’s car missing. With my hearting pounding in my chest and ear, I quickly walk towards the motel’s office. I push and pull on the door, but when it doesn’t open, I notice a small sign saying ‘Will be back in five minutes’. Unbelievable. I know the person working for today won’t be back in five, because they’re never on time. I don’t want to waste any time waiting, so I start walking, not really caring which way I go. I have no idea where I am. I just want to leave and just to get as far away as possible from Josh. It is the only thing on my mind right now. It is a struggle not to run, but I don’t want to have any attention drawn to me. How odd would it be to see a woman running in jeans and a T-shirt? Not to mention the fact that I probably looked as lost as I feel. Yeah, it is best not to grab any attention. 
    I don’t know how well Josh is at tracking people, and I don’t want anyone being questioned about me either. I make it out of the parking lot, and I head right, down the main road. I don’t know how long I walk in this direction. Every step gets a little easier, and my confidence grows with each step that I’ve gotten away. 
    I turn to see if I can flag someone to stop and hopefully give me a ride. I’m not sure how much longer I can stand this heat. I’m really sweaty and my shirt is starting to stick to my body. My mouth is getting so dry from lack of hydration. I try to swallow, and lick my lips, but since I have gone so long without anything to drink, even these small things are hard to do. I know if I keep going like I am, I will have a heat stroke. I am thankful when a black sedan pulls up beside me and slows down. The driver rolls down the window and asks if I need a ride. I don’t bother saying anything while opening the door and getting in. Not once do I think about what the stranger might do, or who he is. All I am thinking of is getting the hell out of the heat. The cool air from within the car is a welcome relief. My health is my priority and everything else gets pushed to the back of my mind. The driver seems nice enough. He’s wearing a plain white shirt and jeans. He doesn’t seem to be putting off any killer vibes, but then again what do I know. Josh seemed like a nice guy too. I don’t get out much. I would much