8 Dead man...

She sat there, and just as the clock striked from 3:03 to 3:04, she pushed her long rotten nails through the man's chest. While her other hand muffled his screams. The man thought he was dreaming, but he wasn't. She kept pushing and pushing and pushing, until her whole hand went through his chest. She took her hand out, and push it right back through his chest again and again and again. Then finally when the clock striked 3:05 she stopped. She looked at the dead man. She saw him, all dead and bleeding. She watched as the blood oozed out of him. She was smilling at the dead man. She was smilling and grinning, and laughing. She was so, so, so happy to kill him. She hated him and finally found the right time to kill him and she did. She was so overjoyed of killing him. She started dancing, asshe stared at the dead man, and the big whole right in the middle of his chest. The whole was filled with blood and skin that had been ripped. She could also she particle of dirt in the blood. She then picked up her hand and stared at it. I twas stained with the dead man's blood. The dead man's dirty blood. she thought to herself. She hated the fact that she had his dirty blood on her hands, but she was overjoyed with the one and only fact, that he was dead. She had killed him. She then saw a very bright little. She looked away at first, the light was way to bright for her to see anything. It was shinning and shimmering. The light gave off a warm feeling. It was all gold and yellow and shinning and happy. She loved looking at it. She felt a nice warmth in herself. Believe it or not she was actually a nice person. It's just that the dead man had done something awful to her 10 years ago, that made her so cold and hateful. She loved this new warmth that she saw. She kept looking at it as it started to dim, and something was appearing, through the light as it disappeared. She saw a boy. He was about her age. He had tears in his eyes, but not tears that you get from something sad or painful. Instead the tears he had were the kind of tears you get when your overjoyed and very, very, very happy. He cried and cried and finally was able to say, Thank you to the girl. The girl smiled back at him with her rotting face. The boy also smilled back at her and disappeared. She sat down on the floor, after the boy disappeared. She sat there and cried. She cried a lot. She cried till the clock striked 3:45. She was very, very upset, not because she killed the man, she was very happy to kill him, instead it was because of the boy and how he disappeared. She wanted him to stay with her a little longer. She loved him. She loved him very, very much, until the dead man destroyed everything.