Outstanding problems

Chapter 1: Zydrunas Murdock

"Zydrunas Murdock has killed yet another Person, the police are still looking for any clues that he might have left behind but it's not looking good for now. The husband of the woman, who had been murdered, said that he was on his way to the supermarket when he heard screaming from his house and as he ran back inside his Wife had been thrown out of the house from the second floor where she laid there, already dead, so please take care of yourself and never stay alone, especially at nights. We will keep you updated." The man who owns the house was watching the TV not noticing that i had broken in a few hours ago.
For years I had searched for the guy who damaged my voice box and now that I had finally found him I couldn't stop the images popping in my head with him bloodied and limbs cut off.
"That fucker." He muttered after taking a sip of his beer can. My smile vanished as fast as it had appeared on my face.
How. Dare. He.
After what he had done to me, He had no excuse to talk shit about me like that.
I wanted to tear him apart right this second, kill him so that I wouldn't have to listen to his stupid voice but I had to hold myself back. I wanted this to be as slow and painful for him before I killed him.
Before I grasped my knife out of my pocket I tapped his shoulder and once he turned around pulled my favorite knife out to stab his eye with it.
His screaming told me everything I needed to know as I put my gloves on while walking towards him.
"Help!" He screamed out in hopes that someone could hear him while also trying to crawl away but I prevented him from doing so by kicking his knee. I put my foot on his throat, choking him while he tried to breathe.
He tried hitting me, trying to survive but, clearly, he didn't have the instincts for it. I kicked him in his face so hard that there was a cracking sound.
He screamed out when his nose started bleeding.
The knife was still in his eye so while I was kicking him I was also pushing the knife deeper into his eye at the same time.
My hand found its way up to the knife and I ripped it out of his eye.
He kept screaming for help which was starting to irritate me, so I cut his throat open just to make him shut up.
While staring at his scared expression I licked the knife clean, wanting it clean for the main event.
I walked towards him and started to slowly cut his arms, fingers and toes just for the fun of it. This went on for about 30 minutes, him screaming and me cutting limbs off of his body.
I stopped for a second to admire my art but when he kept screaming and begging for mercy I just got pissed so loud that my ears started hurting, so while he was screaming like a baby I took advantage of it and I shoved my knife into his throat cutting his head off of his neck.
"Finally silence, he was getting on my nerves." I left his house, leaving the body there. If I would have cared I might have buried him somewhere, but I didn't so I left him there to rot. I made my way home while cleaning my knife in silence, feeling nothing other than the emptiness and cold of the winter.
When I arrived home I instantly flopped onto the couch sulking there.
I didn't know what to do now other than staring at the ceiling but I knew that I wouldn't close my eyes just to avoid seeing them again. Every time I closed them I would see them, their faces and voices making fun of me, bullying me, abusing me.
Me, me, me, me, ME.
Always fucking me!
Why? Why me? Why couldn't I go through a day without being hurt? Why was I always the one who had to suffer while they went out, had their fun and never included me.
I didn't realize that i had closed my eyes till i opened them and threw a pillow at my TV, lucky it wasn't something else or i would probably have broken the TV by now.
"Look at yourself, can't even blink without getting aggressive." A voice said mockingly. "You can't even speak up for yourself, it's pathetic."
I clenched my fists. "You can't honestly think you'd be able to escape us, do you?." It kept talking. If I could I would have shut it up, but I can't because— "but you can't because we're in your head."
The voice finished, it was right though, it is just a voice, an annoying auditory hallucination, something that I cannot —physically— get rid of no matter how much I try.
I sucked in a deep breath before taking my laptop out and started hacking away.
Hacking can be quite easy if you understand how it works —sometimes you get a little bit unfortunate and see things you really wish you hadn't seen— anyways, I hacked into my sister's security cameras to check up how she's doing. We haven't seen each other in so long that she probably won't be able to remember me. I reached for a cigarette and lighter before lightening it and started smoking it. While watching it, I noticed the voices quieting down. I thought I finally had some peace but I was wrong as they started laughing. I was thrown off guard by that but I realized why they laughed once I gazed down at my laptop. Upon seeing the person I quickly closed my laptop as a fresh wave of rage washed up inside me.