Love and Murder

Prologue

Life has been a burden for me ever since I was a kid. My parents were drug dealers, and they were on it as well. I was so afraid I was traumatized, so I promised my younger self that when I grew up, I would never be afraid again, I would never be weak again. I'd find a way to avoid being treated like that again.

When I turned 18, I faced rebellion, and I found myself being attacked by a gang, and I defended myself, fought them off using my experience from my parents.

I remember the nights I had to punch with my dad just so I won't get a bottle of alcohol smashed into my head. i remember that days I had to fight with my mom, so boiling water won't get poured on me

Not realizing how strong I was throwing, I murdered one of them, the rest scattered and I felt so relieved after seeing the dead bloody body laying on the ground, its stench starting to build up but then again I wasn't afraid, so that was my mindset, kill what triggers you, better to kill than die. Life is unfair, suck it up..

Ever since I've been murdering people who piss me off here and there but as time passed, I started killing for fun. I turned into a maniac that I ended up murdering a lady and I stole her car and her home, I've been working part time at a local cafe and it pays me enough for food and electricity. The landlord of the apartment was corrupt and he didn't give a shit about the lady "giving" me the house without paper work, he said as long as I pay he will let me stay so that is my life. I thought it would be like that till I grow old and die myself.

Everything went according to plan, but I started to remember something that could ruin everything. Getting caught. I have been trying my best to avoid that, and I'm succeeding. Everything was perfect. In my eyes, at least. I never felt guilty for my murders, I've always felt numb. One thing I didn't know was that one person can turn your whole world around.

No one told me love and murder were a good mix,