Its Just For Show Chapt 1

Its never good to lead a life of crime.
I guess you may as well consider me a repeated assult felon then.
Haha, wait, thats what I already am.
Do you know what I am?
Im a hitgirl.
Not a usual career for a lady.
But im no lady.
Heres my tale.

I was a normal, satisfied, happy in love 23 year old. My name? Ha... I cant tell you my REAL name. I go by Shadow now. Lets just use the name... Natasha. Thatll work.
I grew up in a very small town, and fell in love with my highschool sweetheart. Cant tell you his name. He was one of my victims. Thats right. Hes dead.
Lets name him Drake.
So Drake and I were never apart, and he was my first everything.
First boyfriend.
First handhold.
First kiss.
First time having sex.
First love.
Wed looked up the statistics of how many highschool sweethearts make it, and we were determined to be in that percentage. We shared secrets, went and did things together, never lied, and kept each other sexually satisfied.
There were no problems.
Until Target One came into my life.
Then, Id probably say that the happiest day of my life was when Drake got on one knee and put a ring on my finger. Yes. He proposed. So, we were happy as we ever were, but, whenever I said, "Can I ask something?" he tensed up and got nervous. I shouldve suspected it.
Drake's birthday rolled around and I had the brilliant idea to throw him a surprise party. Everyone was excited as I flicked off the lights and went to go meet Drake.
"Hey honey!" I cooed softly. "Lets go to the apartment."
"Um." He said stalling. "I need to talk."
"At the apartment," I told him.
It went on like that until I opened the door.
"Listen, Nat. I dont think we are working out."
I was speechless and could only mutter "What do you mean?"
"We need to break. I cant sit in this relationship anymore.... Even the sex has gone stale."
Okay, that last remark i wish he wouldnt have said.
"Drake, are you calling off the wedding?!"
"Yes. And Im calling off us. We need to see other people. Well, actually, I already am."
Everyone in the room gasped as my best friend Jewely switched on the lights. "You son of a bitch," she hissed.
"Oh shit," Drake muttered.
"You cheated on your own fiancè???" Sadie yelled.
"Sadie, shut the hell up. You know that it was you."
She glanced at me nervously. "Ummm.... Sorry Nat?"
I felt like crying.
I stormed into my room and balled my eyes out into the pillow, feeling like Drake had ripped my heart out of my chest. I stayed in there for a long time- atleast two full days. And when I stepped out- I knew what I would do to get revenge- after a quick shower and bite to eat, of course.
He was asleep on the couch when I got to his new apartment. I didnt want him to suffer for some reason. Even after what he did. Probably because he was my first.
I smothered him. Feather pillow in hand, i slipped it over his face until the pulse stopped. I ripped open his button down shirt and took his pocket knife to write-
Shouldve been more careful, Darling.
Love,

I paused. I needed a new name, for this, because I had a feeling id be doing it more. Besides, theyd just think i sent a hitman on him. Not nessasarily me either.
Shadow, i signed in huge curly letters. And i took out my lipstick and planted a kiss on his right cheek.
I made my way to the fire escape and just when I swung out of the window, a woman screamed, probably Sadie. The light flicked on and I dropped, not wanting to be seen. I landed in a somersault and immediatly broke into a fast walk, leaving the knife behind.
Moving like a shadow, full of darkness, anger, hate of the world.

Likes and comments for more? More dark and adult than my usual but hey, wanted to do something different.