Piece

Losing

Where there is light there is also dark, this is what I have always believed. But never did I ever thought, this was going to ruin my life.

The newspaper and local news have brought to attention body found murdered, similar way. Now they know that the killer is on the loose, but no one knows it's about to get much worse. After all evil people are like a disease they never die, where as good people always are gone.

I walk to the store nearby to buy myself a crowbar, my next target will not die as fast as the other guy just did. Now everything ready, I walk back to my apartment. No one was nearby the store much at all. Smiling cash girl at the cafe, and server boy .. now this stores cashier same thing a happy man. Do they not see the news? All the better, I too do not like looking at them, they surely piss me off.

But lord behold, I would have never thought that I was going to be the center of this news media across the world one day. Attention is a mind killer, to me none of this matters.

Getting on by my own view, I leave the city streets behind. Not looking at anyone or staring behind me, I walk as if I don't even exist.

Reaching my apartment taking my jacket off, I have already used the hand papers to clean my knife off, the bloody papers.. I shatter into my trash bag putting them into the little plastic can. And close the lid.

2 people have died, how many more until I find my last target? Or will this ever end? No it will end, I just want my last target fuck the rest.

I lay on my bed again, check my phone not much going on, on social media, but so what. It's not like my life is gonna get any better from here on out.

I have thought about dating people long before any of this, but it never hit me. I do like spending time around people. But what is the point if you can't ever find the one you are looking for?

In this sad world everything can be taken from you the moment you put your eyes, and mind to work. It's like this cancer that feeds onto you like a leech. That you can't escape from. It's insane, all these evil people and good people drive me insane!

I get up and dress up again. On my usual black jeans, dark jacket and pair of black shoes. I prefer wearing converse. My feet are sweet and soft however I do want to get myself caterpillars, shoe is a shoe but it's hard to get the shoes you are looking for, nearby you can buy what there is, It's not being picky it's being real. Why walk around in shoes you end up hating.

I'm not into fashion nor do I care about spending money on expensive clothes. If I had a job that paid me hundreds of thousands of dollars, I still would not buy shit.

I thought of having a job too and nice apartment but this is just fine. Not small not too big, it is great. If government is gonna take care of me. I should take care of the people too right? Evil people should not exist.

I go outside after brushing my teeth, after flossing. Drink water .. and check my phone time again. It's almost midnight. Time to go outside and play. Again. Lol

"My mind races, am I having fun? Or am I slowly losing myself."

I always hated people who kill and hurt others. Who only take and never give. But now those people are all the same.

As I walked to the streets not looking back behind me again, I cross the streets seeing the crowd of people around me, they walk past me. I walk away from them, towards nearby alley.

There I see another man, who sees me but not my crowbar. Asking me, "Hey man you got a lighter?" I tell him, "Sorry I don't smoke." He mutters, "Damn it .. yeah ok that's fine."

Right after which he starts to yell telling me, "Man I really wanna rape a girl and beat them up, just see how that feels like." "Know what I'm saying friend?"

"They never see it coming."

I turn at him and hit him in the head with my crowbar, he falls to the ground. Shocked and horrified, then after he is down I hit him 9 times in the head and look at him, he looks at me and tries to scream for help. But I hit him in the face before he can. Saying to him, "You see this coming also?" "Fucker."

After that I stab his throat, killing him dead. His throat breaks apart and blood comes out, through his throat.

Not looking around me until I turn around, taking the crowbar with me. I walk away..

I go around the alley, and walk to where I saw the group past me.

I see them ahead of me and leave their friend behind, after laughing clearly drunk. Or intoxicated, not sure the way they laugh and joke pisses me the fuck off.

The group walks off and leaves their friend behind. Who in turns walks nearby the another alley then turns around and reaches the empty house, he stops outside. And smokes a cigar.

Right behind him side the block, I wait him to do something.

Then I see a girl approach her. And he turns at her, greeting her and hits her in the face then punches her stomach. She throws up blood on the ground. And tells her, "You do that again and I will put you on your grave!" "Bitch!" She runs off and the guy laughs at her yelling.. "Yeah! Go ahead and run slut!"

"Hahahah! Fuck you!"

After that I turn at him walk towards him as he is having his back turned, I hit him with my crowbar on his back.

He falls to the ground, I smash his head in by hitting him again 8 times, with the crowbar. And then I kick him back to the ground as he tries to stand up.

He tries to yell at me saying, "Wtf man!?"

I look at him and say to him.. "Try and run from this, you cunt."

He looks at me shocked gasping..

And I hit his head and face in with the crowbar over 20 times, crushing his head and skull. I take my crowbar with me and walk off.

Then right after killing two at the same time, after just few minutes..

I wipe the crowbar off the blood, and put the cloth back to my pocket. Walking off not looking behind me at all, the crowbar is put to my pants my jacket shields it, you cannot see it unless you are very close to me.

I always thought of using a crowbar, baseball bat and knife to kill those assholes who bullied me. Even the other girls who let that happen. Shoot up my school, kill my family too. But I backed out of it, bc it felt wrong. And I wanted to keep going not end my life this way, my future. But who would have thought, that it was going to happen again. Did it feel wrong now? No. Back then? Yes.