First kill

 Here I stand
A Cheshire smile on my face
With screaming coming from you
Sounds like music to my ears
You look at me as the drippings of your blood
Turns into a stream running off your stomach
The blood is red with a hint of black over the white tiling

You manage to stop screaming in pain and whisper
I...ha ha hate y you
I'm still smiling I laugh a little
I say the feelings neutral my my friend
Then you drop dead to the floor with the sharp knife still in you