Days go by and still I think of you,
Days when I couldn't live my life without you.
~Dirty Vegas

Around, all around, the mourners gather.
My dread grows as the headsman's axe falls against my naked soul.
It mutilates me, my soul spills out to the barren land.
In agony I call your name, while death surrounds me.
Now alone, my soul falls upon dead eyes.

Just remember who you are...
I've come to take you home.

Echoing screams fill the dusty hallway.
The old off-yellow wallpaper peels from the swelling wall.
His heart is pumping, overflowing with blood.
Veins protrude from his sweaty forehead.
Anger fills his mind. And crazed thoughts mask his sanity.
Tonight, another full moon rises.
Tonight, is the night, that Wesley is going to commit an act of murder.
He walks up the brown carpeted stairs.
Every step became harder and harder to take.
He raised his gun, ready to aim and shoot. Ready to kill.
Another scream echoed past his ear.
His senses were keen, ready for anything.
He wiped his gun off one more time with a gust of his breath, rubbing the cold metal on his white shirt.
Apartment twenty, his whispers. Apartment twenty-one.
Soon Apartment twenty-seven.
Another scream echoes past his frigged ear.
It had the same effect of nails on a chalkboard, making him cringe.
Wesley banged the pistol on the green door two times.
The third one was the most difficult, and it was the loudest.
The hinges squealed to reveal an old man.
Small in stature, no hair was to be found on the top of his head.
The man smiled looking up at the crazed Wesley.
Wesley pressed the cold pistol into the man's chest.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the carpet.
He hesitated but the old man didn't speak. Didn't say a word.
Wesley counted the shots, one, two... three...
Blood splattered across his sweating face. The three seconds seemed like eternity.
Another curdling scream swirled around his head as Wesley dropped to his knees.
His white shirt was now dotted with red.
He began to panic and vigorously rubbed the blood with his fingers, but to no avail.
The evidence covered him.
Wesley was now a murderer.