Bleeding girl

BANG!

A bullet goes flying through the room
Penetrating the skull of an innocent little girl
Surprisingly she did not die

The bad news is that the blood splatter from her cranium ruined my favorite shirt
I stand there watching the girl lay in a pool of blood for over three minutes
Me and her were the only ones in the room at the time

She was the victim of an assassin
As she twitch and twitch
A large smile appears on my face
Thoughts of extream delight fill my brain
I enjoy her suffering
I enjoy the sight of blood

I did not call the ambulance nor did I scream for help
This girl has ruined my favorite shirt!
She deserves to die
Her death will serve as compensation for my blood drenched shirt

Oddly I began to envy this cruel cruel little girl
How dare she partake in the sweet bliss of agony without me?
I too wished to experience her pain
I want to know how it is like to bleed from my skull
I wished to be like her

So I did it
Buy not with a bullet
but with a knife
I began to sink the sharp blade into my skull
I only managed to cut through the flesh
I was too weak
Too afraid to break through bone

I have failed
The suffering child had prevailed

The only option now was to call 911
Those were the worst three minutes of my life!
On that day a small child had defeated me.