"The young man who we found laying outside of the black jeep was the killer. When investigators searched the car they found a note. The note said,"
Listen Up:
Most people kill themselves because of a mental condition. This is true in my case too. The condition I suffer from is that I am not normal, I am not like everyone of you "sane" people.
I am not normal in the sense that I am not like every other one of you brain-dead zombies. I can think. I can reason intelligently. I can observe and learn from life. I can make my own decisions and follow through on them. And I can do these without any aid from celebrities, T.V., radio or MySpace. Unfortunately, every one of you no-brained lemmings seem to lack these skills and I can't take it any more.
Since everyone else in this world is a retarded drone who revels in their ignorance and unintelligence, I must put an end to my misery. I truly wish I was normal. I wish I could be a retarded sponge like all of you. I wish I could have the same conversations day in and day out about sports, politics and "how about that weather huh?". But I can't.
Sure you'll see this note and say Seth Burren's the crazy one. You have to it's the only way you can go on thinking you're sane and your pathetic life is meaningful. Go ahead, call me the weirdo like everyone else surely will. Then, return to your happiness of everyday mindless monotony.
Whatever I'm out assholes, Seth Burren
"Seth Burren was a 17 year old man who was highly suicidal. Investigators found 18 beer cans, and weed in his car at the scene. Paramedics tried to rescue the young man but he passed soon. Police investigators found out that he was currently attending Freedom High school and was illegally living alone."
How did they know that.. HOW?! And how am I still here. I'm freaking out when my phone rings and I am instantly terrified to pick it up. I walk slowly towards the phone as if walking slower would change the person on the other line. Eventually, after what seemed forever, I got to the phone. Still ringing when I reached out, I took it in my hand and answered it.
"Hello?" I said in a very shaky voice.
"Is this Seth Burren?" a man replied in a very deep raspy voice.
"Yes.. who is this?" I bet it's the father. I bet I killed his family.
"This is someone.. unique. I know what you did and I know that you are dead Seth. You will forever remain this way until you right your wrongs. You better fix it soon Seth. A storm is comin' and its comin' quick."
Right as I was going to respond the man, or thing, he hangs up. What did he mean by someone unique? What storm?
When I got off the phone I walked to my room. My room wasn't a very happy place, persay, I had band posters everywhere, my computer had a cracked screen from when I punched it after I got angry at my girlfriend, I had.. Wait. My girlfriend. MY GIRLFRIEND! I ran out of my room as fast as I could to my front door. I grabbed my car keys that were laying on the floor and I bolted to my car. I tried turning it on but it wouldn't work.
"What? What the hell!?" I shouted as I started to hit the steering wheel, "TURN ON DAMMIT!" but screaming and hitting it did nothing, the car would not start. And the one time I actually want to drive to my girlfriend's house. She's gonna kill me.. She's gonna... wait. I'm dead. I'm already dead. That's why it wouldn't start. I was driving this car when the accident happened. Okay, okay well I'll just walk she isn't too far from here.
