the serial killer [h.s]

3.

i'm sitting at the same park.

zayn was here two weeks ago.

my best friend.

killed by a psycho bitch.

i organized my plan, every single step. since zayn's death i came here every single day. it's been a week.

the park is usually full, today it was empty. no one tried to talk to me, so i come here every single day to finally meet the famous serial killer. i'll be back tomorrow again.

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wow, just sent a letter to mrs parkinson. these two weeks have been really tiring, too much killing and letters ya know keeping up with the serial killer. when i think about the things i've done to become this successful i wanna shed tears of joy, lol you thought. i was inspired by so many people mostly serial killers, and me of course. 

do i believe in god? no. i've always had this question on my mind "why worship the good guy when the things you've done aren't that good?" whenever they talk about me on the television, someone brings religion to this, "i really hope that she or he will look up to god and will pray blabla" but they don't get it. it's not about religion or whatever. it's about me. nobody understands me, but they're not expected to, they are not capable of it, i am beyond their experience.

do i have remorse? no. most people in this town thinks that i can't be that heartless besides from the media "a serial killer had shown no remorse or contrition for murdering 43 people in this town." and maybe i had problems when i was younger or whatever the fuck it is but do you really have to be heartbroken to be bad? i'm just a relentless evil. let me tell you a story.

a young girl was walking along a mountain path to her grandmother's house heard a rustle at her feet. looking down, she saw a snake, but before she could react, the snake spoke to her. "i am about to die," he said. "it's too cold for me up here, and i am freezing. there is no food in these mountains, and i am starving. please put me under your coat and take me with you." "no," the girl replied. "i know your kind. you are a rattlesnake. and if i pick you up, you will bite me and your bite is poisonous." "no, no," the snake said. "if you help me, you will be my best friend. i will treat you differently." the young girl sat down on a rock for a moment to rest and think things over. she looked at the beautiful markings on the snake and she had to admit he was the most beautiful snake she had ever seen. suddenly, she said, "i believe you. i will save you. all living things deserve to be treated with kindness." she then reached over, put the snake gently under her coat and continued toward her grandmother's house. within a moment, she felt a sharp pain in her side. the snake had bitten her. "how could you do this to me?" she cried. "you promised that you would not bite me, and i trusted you!"

 "you knew what i was when you picked me up, it's in my nature." he hissed as he slithered away.

it's in my nature.