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I'm in the bathroom staring at my reflection. It's blur just like my future. Its unknown that's why I can't see myself clearer.

I'm absent minded and I've only got my mind on one thing: Who do I want to be? I desperately want to become somebody better in life and I don't want to let Ciara down if she ever found out about what I am.

"Timothy... Timothy what have you done!" I hear a familiar voice echo in my head. I can hear it. It's loud enough for me to hear it and I recognize it. It's mommy.

"What have you done to your brother?! Oh, my gosh! Tim-Timothy!"

I see my mother reaching out to my little brother whose laying on the floor dead. In his pool of blood. I had killed him at such a young age. I understood the meaning of what love is as young as ten years old and I showed my mother what I was capable of doing. I wanted to protect her from people who wanted to take her away from me.

"You killed my baby! You murderer! You're a bad child,Timothy. I hate you! Mommy hates you for being a bad child."

Those words echo repeatedly and painfully as I remember what happened that day. I snap out of the trance and rapidly blink trying to forget all that it was. Is this what I want Marilyn to see in me? A murderer? What will Ciara think of me once she finds out what I'm capable of doing?

I don't really care but the question that runs in my mind is: why do I kill people I claim to love? Well,I guess I'm just trying to protect my heart and hurt them back for hurting me. I don't need to be perfect for anybody. This is who I am because I choose to be this way. Nobody understands and nobody will. I just have to do what I've got to do,seek revenge.

I walk out of the door and I'm ready to create havoc. I intend to after all. I walk out of the house heading straight to Marilyn's house to surprise her with my coming after she warned me to stay away from her.

Well,I'm not there to argue or anything. I'm going there to lay some bodies.

I'm by the door knocking and a young lady-looks like a 23 year old in a pyjamas opens up.

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