The Killer Inside Me

Chapter 1: Murder Is Never Something I Plan (Murderer's POV)

Before I tell you my murderous origins, I want to tell you my normal ones first. I was born in Middlesex Hospital (you can laugh I did) in London and yes that means I have a horrible English accent. Nothing horrible happened there and when I was two we moved; because my mother was hired by Louisiana State University that is located in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. I am an only child and my father spend more time with me than my mother.

I want to tell you just for the record that my first murder was accidental now I know you probably think how can murder be accidental but it is the truth of the matter.

The first one happened when I was four, Nidas and I were playing Cowboys and Indians and you guessed it I was a little cowgirl, here is where you assume I shot him, just saying your wrong. Nidas and his mother were good people but his father was a wife beater and today was no exception, it is just today I had his gun, so what is the worst that could happen. Unfortunately for him, he brought his fight outside, where his loaded gun was waiting, not that I knew it was loaded. As his mother’s screams and cries reached Nidas’ ears he ran to her and where blows once rained down on his mother they were now visited on him and my words froze in the air.

“Stop or I will shoot” I was bluffing and scared, but as he lunged for me, I pulled the trigger and the empty gun roared to life. A perfect shot for an amateur, a clean shot to the heart and murder I wrote, at an age I could not even spell my name. As the police and ambulance arrived my high pitched no, no, no, repeated through the silence and it was evident I was in shock. The Jury ruled accidental.

The moving houses began and moving from Baton Rouge to New Orleans was easy they are in the same state, but this problem seemed to follow me there.

It just goes to show you can never judge a murderer by their age.