Requiem for a Monster, Pt. 1: The Dead are not Silent.

I couldn't sleep. She was laying right next to me. I just couldn't stop thinking about her. She was amazing, her body was amazing. Her blond hair; sleek as silk. Her voice entrancing as a siren's. I just had to feel her hands once more. It was slimy and warm. Slowly my thoughts of her faded away as my eyes grew heavy. The warm radiance of her still warm body gave me comfort. I fell into a dream.
Darkness was everywhere. I ran back and forth, there seemed to be no end of it. Then as I turn my head, there was shadowy figure behind me. This shaded figure was dressed in a shady robe and hood. A small quiet voice came from this shade, "Why?" it asked. It was a woman. The she droned on the question. As I started to lose interest, her tone shifted, it sounded as if she was in despair.
"Why? Why??? Why?! Why?!!!" the hooded woman prayed. She then turned and screamed to me, "Why have you done this to me?!"
She removed her hood, and then she gouged out her eyes. She pulled a mirror from her shady robes and shattered it by repeatedly smashing her fists into it. Her hands were mutilated. She picked up ten small; blunt shards and shoved them each of them into her finger nails, and pried them. She then took larger; sharper shards and stabbed them through her cheeks, into her eye sockets, and through her eyes lids. She attempted to blink, and the shards of glass ripped a deeper gash on a her eye lids. She took the largest and last shard of the mirror, and then pierced her belly; and with it, she ripped stomach her chest and started to pull out her entrails. She then carved open her chest and snapped each ribs with her hand. She then stabbed the exposed heart. She slowly crawled to me and begged,"Only you can set me free! Please!" I felt a small urge to laugh.
I suddenly woke from the sun shining in my eyes. Only it was the reflection from the mirror shards in the woman's eyes. Ah, her hands were now crusty and cold. My bed was now caked in blood. I sighed a sigh disappointment. I proceeded into the bathroom and took out some bleach from the sink's cupboard. And I stared at the empty void where the mirror once was placed. I then turned my attention to the woman's naked corpse. I wrapped the entrails around her neck. I tried to move her arms and legs into, but rigor mortis had stiffened her body. With some force I moved her limbs into place. I enjoyed the cracking of limbs and bones as curled her body into a ball. I gently wrapped the corpse with a hefty bag. Then dragged the body to my basement door.