Song: Every Breathe You Take by The Police

"I send you half the kidne I took from one women. prasarved it for you tother pirce. I fried and ate it was very nise I may send you the bloody knif that took it out if you only wate a whil longer."-Letter from Jack the Ripper to Mishter Lusk. (This is not a typo. This is exactly how it was written.)

January 20th, 2014

Newark, New Jersey

On a cold Monday morning, I found myself walking to the hotel where the conference I was supposed to attend was being held.

I was in a rush. In fact, it seemed everyone was in a rush that day. It proved difficult getting a cab.

"Gosh, I can't wait to get back to New York," I groaned.

Don't get me wrong, although New York was more bustling than Newark, I was used to the life and I knew how to manage myself.

Volunteering to attend that conference was a terrible mistake. Some alone time was what I needed to get myself together. I assumed that I would be able to find that missing part of me there.

Lost in my thoughts, I wasn't paying attention to where I was heading until I bumped into someone.

"Sorry," I said over my shoulder with no conviction.

"Watch where you are going, kid," the person I must have bumped into grumbled.

Rolling my eyes, I continued walking. I was already in my mid-20s, but people still thought it was okay calling me a kid.

A beaming reflection of light rays dragged my attention in the opposite direction as I was about to turn onto Clinton Avenue. What I saw made me stop dead in my tracks. Across the street was the missing piece of my heart.

When she turned towards my direction and her eyelids fluttered open, that pair of blue, bright and hope-filled eyes had me hooked like a fish on a line.

At that very moment, I knew she had to be mine. Of course, it had to be that day because I was leaving for New York.

It seemed like she was having a conversation with a boy in front of what looked like an elementary school. From the resemblance they shared, I would say he was her son.

Attending the conference was no longer my priority; I would make up an excuse for my boss. The conversation they were having was my focus.

"Mommy, I am a big boy now. I don't need hugs and kisses anymore," her son whined.

She arched her eyebrows. "Really?"

He looked at her and nodded.

"Well, I won't stop hugging and kissing you because you will always be my baby and I love you," she said with emphasis on the 'I love you.'

He pouted and went into the school.

Immediately, she left the school. I tailed her. To avoid detection, I followed fifty paces behind her as she walked to her destination.

Without warning, she stopped and turned around. The hairs at the back of my neck stood upright and I froze; it was too late to shield myself.

"Fuck, she saw me," I panicked.

With haste, I turned and pretended I was reading the signboard beside me while still being vigilant of her actions. She walked up to a blind man by the roadside, dropped a few coins into his bowl, and continued her way.

I let out the breath I didn't know I was holding. "That was a close one." I resumed my mission with more cautiousness.

As she approached a bend, she stopped again. Her eyes darted from left to right as if she was trying to make sure she wasn't being followed. Only this time, I was alert and promptly used a nearby oak tree as a barrier.

She went into an alleyway that served as entrance into an abandoned underground train station that the homeless lived in.

In order to avoid being seen around her by many people, I didn't go in with her. The less number of people that saw me around her, the less number of people that will notice and remember me when the time came.

With no idea what she went in to do, I just waited with patience for her to come out and I continued following her.

The angels in heaven were without any doubt looking out for me because there wasn't any other surprise stoppage until she got to what looked like her work place. I didn't follow her in because I didn't want my identity to be on record.

Instead of waiting until she was done with work and staying idle, I left to go prepare the things I would need when taking her home with me.

My first stop was the car rental service where I rented a van. With the van, I drove to the gas station and filled up the tank.

After I left the gas station, I decided to go casket shopping. At the casket store, I bought a beautiful mahogany casket for my angel. I encountered some inconveniences while trying to purchase the casket.

The store manager asked for the address of the funeral home where the body was being embalmed. He wanted to send the casket there. The only reply I could come up with on the spot was that it was a quick burial and the family did not believe in embalmment.

My final stop was the pharmacy where I purchased a few packs of disposable syringes, a box of hand gloves, and some bottles of sodium thiopental and midazolam.

When I was done procuring all the necessary supplies, I drove back to her work place and waited for her to get off work.

She hailed a cab as soon as she got off work and got into it. It wasn't an easy task tailing the cab because I was six cars behind.

The cab took her back to her son's elementary school and then to her house. I parked outside a nearby house that was undergoing renovations as I watched and waited for the perfect time to approach her.

At around seven p.m., she kissed her husband and her son goodbye and left the house.

That was my shot and there was no way I was going to screw it up. I had the perfect plan and it was finally my turn to be loved.

I scouted for the street with the least amount of people and drove into the back-alley close by. I licked my lips and tapped my toes as I waited for her at the entrance of the alley. When I noticed her approaching, I ran out to her.

"You've got to help me," I pleaded in tears.

"What happened?" she inquired when she stopped.

"I don't know—my sister—she just fell—please come and help me," I responded and ran into the back-alley hoping she would follow me.

The gears in her head were without any doubt at work because she scrunched her eyebrows together and squinted her eyes. After a while, she conceded and followed me.

When we were out of the view of people walking on the street, I turned with speed and jabbed the syringe containing the sodium thiopental into her jugular vein.

She collapsed, fading into the calm realm of unconsciousness. With her body in the van, I zoomed off to my new life with my angel turned savior.

"Try to touch the past. Try to deal with the past. It's not real. It's just a dream."-Ted Bundy

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