The host

The host(Mr Eleven) I hate when Ms. Edersson eats. She makes a ugly sound with her mouth. Freezing. A moment when I'd like to kill her. But I am a Christian. I believe in God. Sometimes I don't know if God believes in me. I stay in Ms. Edersson's house from two months. The rent is cheap. She is a christian too. Faraway to be a good woman. Yelling, drunk and smokes often. Sunday speak with devil and afternoon go to church. I think God hates her. And when I think this, it starts a fight inside of me. A part wants to kill her, to punish her, and the other one, wants to hang her. Today I smash her head in kitchen, and feeling great for five minutes, then scared. Yesterday I stab her in bathroom with the kitchen knife, forty five times. Adrenaline. Then fear. Every morning revive like a fake saint. Is not death to try, and she have a cure. My life is miserable, I am an killer every day and not happy in the end. She is a victim, and a resurrected mind, fresh with no memories, cast.