Last Breath

I like killing people. Something about them begging for their miserable lives, gets my adrenaline going. It's like they think they're going to make a difference in this world. When really, they're nothing special.

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1. Chapter One

     Most teenage girls think of boys before they sleep. That one boy that whenever they see, they smile. They get butterflies. It makes me sick. I think about my victims. All the people I murdered. Slowly, painfully. Making them suffer for all they've done. I kill the people that deserve it. The one's that hurt people. Nobody will ever find the bodies either. Never will I be caught. Nobody is safe. Everyone's got a dirty little secret they hide, that nobody knows. Like mine, mine is that I secretly enjoy torturing people until they have their last breath. I like killing people. Something about them begging for their miserable lives, gets my adrenaline going. It's like they think they're going to make a difference in this world. When really, they're nothing special. Them being on this planet does nothing. Nobody is going to miss them.

     It's not just the middle age people that I kill. Mostly teenagers. The drug addicts, pot heads, rapists, all them. Honestly, I only do this stuff from my past. It was two years ago and I was walking back home from a movie. It was late, and I was all by myself. There was always this one corner, that seemed like you were never safe. Like you were being watched. I had to go down the street to make it home by curfew. Three men were standing outside, around a pole. When I walked by, they were whistling at me, saying dirty things to me. I thought I was going to die that night. They each took their turn with me, some more than once. I was a virgin. Sometimes it was two at a time. All the screaming and yelling I did, never payed off. I seen people looking out their windows, not even bothering to call the police at least. I was left alone in that street, naked and unconscious. That night made me realize how horrid this world is, and the people are even worse. And they all will pay. 

     I kill each one differently, but end it the same. My favorite was this girl, she looked about twenty-one. She was a prostitute on Lane Drive Avenue. Most popular one at that. Dumb ass coke whore. I pretended I was a buyer and she got in the truck. When I took my hood off, she got real into it. Thinking I'm some lesbian and it was about to get really kinky in the truck. I took her into the park and wrapped her up in barb wire around her entire body. Each time she yelled or moved, it would cut her a little more. Within ten minutes, her whole body was shredded and cut. Then, I took her to my Uncle's meat shop and ground her up into poultry stuff. Then, I packaged her, and people bought her the next day. I know what you're thinking, I'm a sick person and I should be dead. But let's face it, these people bring it on themselves. 

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