Lunatic Reflection

The blood dripped from her neck, oozing down her body, and finally hitting the cold, concrete ground.
Fucking disgusting.
He looked to his slimy, covered in crimson blood-stained hands.
Murdered. He just fucking murdered her. Funny how someones perception of right and wrong can be altered so drastically, huh? Hilarious how things can escalate so quickly. Eh, but she had it coming. She knew she should've kept her distance, considering the strange acts he'd been commiting lately.

He heard nothing; everything was still, and quiet. Kinda how it is before you die, I suppose. The only thing Synyster Gates could hear at this point was his uneven heart beat.
Thinking about his last words to Michelle, he smiled. Right before she died, she heard his voice speak the calming words he'd spoken so often before.
"See?" Gates leaned down to her, pressing his warm tongue to her paled skin.
"Nothing to be afraid of."
He pulled a medium sized knife from his pocket and brought it behind her back. Michelle didn't notice a thing. Her breath sharpened, heart rate increasing. The countless words flowing through her mind almost came flooding out; the apoligies, pleads, and all. That is until she felt a sharp object tracing up her spine.
Before she could even comprehend what was happening, searing pain struck her to the core, and rushed over her body like a flowing river. Almost immediately, her mind fell absent from her body.
He dropped to the ground with her, and he pushed himself against the lifeless Michelle.
"Told you you'll always be mine." He whispered close to her ear.

Nothing that happened that night would come to a shock for anyone. He lived a painful life with many faults, and regrets, always dreading what would happen next. Things might've been alright if it weren't for the past year and a half of his life. Nothing helped numb the pain eating away at his soul. Nothing. He took countless drugs, drank, and smoked, but nothing felt quite like what he just did made him feel. It was pratically satisfying for him. I suppose because it gave him a sense of being in control, and it was a good feeling to know that he had the power to make someone feel even lower than he felt: try dead.
I guess there's also the fact that his better half had been almost destroyed by the flames of resentment, and shocking trauma. The reality of his situation in life left him with cracks, longing to be filled in his heart and mind. But it wouldn't be long until someone came along and took Brian away from his so called friends, and he knew it. Everything was just beginning.

"Don't worry," Brian growled in his lowest voice. He soaked in the dark red blood.
"I'll find you all again."

Notes

So, just an idea for a story. Lemme know what you think. The more feedback I get on this, the more I'll write.