thud

his body hit the floor rather loudly. I felt a sudden rush of adrenaline. I didnt think I would actually do this. I couldn't help but to grin. I was, for what seemed like the first time in forever, excited. happy, even. I let out a shaky laugh as I stood up from my chair and walked over towards his unconscious body.

I began dragging him down to the basement, where I kept the equipment I needed. rope, blindfolds, a chair, and other things. it was a hassle getting him downstairs, but I knew it was going to be worth it. I sat him down in the chair and went to grab some rope to keep him still.

once I found it, I began tying him to the chair. I didnt see the need to put something over his mouth or eyes. its not like little things like that would matter in the long run. once I finished my fine piece of work, my mind lingered off to a topic I didnt even bother thinking about; my dad.

of course, I'm such an idiot. he'd be home in, what? two, four weeks? I'm pretty sure its only a week, and that sure as hell doesn't give me much time.

okay, calm down. you can dispose of thomas in seven days, what are you worrying about?

"yeah, yeah okay." I said aloud, running my hand through my hair. another thought still bothered me.

you've never done this before, who knows how long it takes for this stuff to get completely taken care of?

I let out yet another stress induced sigh. I shook my head. now isn't the right time to be thinking of this.

I'll take care of him when the time comes.