Chapter-3

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The world treated me wrong so I created a thought that the world is evil so do I..if humanity doesn't exist then so so people like me will exist. Readers, I am not a pshyco or something I told you I was a normal person but its hard to make someone understand my inner state due to which I became a crucial murderer.

Talking about my past it was dreadful, dangerous, evil, pitiful everything was bad. There were many nights I'd don't sleep, eat or smile. There were many painful experiences..I was adopted by an native american family. We used to live happily. They used to love me as their own child. Everything was happy happy..but until one dreadful night...

I still remember that day I actually clearly remember every moment of that day. The day I saw live murder of my non biological mother in front of me and no wonder the murder was done by my own non biological father. My father had two faces and one of his reality was totally shocking and dangerous..very dangerous.. I was just six years old I saw what happened.I saw the dreadful eyes and the expressions of my father. His expression always strucks my mind..still it scares me!

I was in complete shock how could this happen to me? And still I do not know the reason why my father didnt kill me? As I was the only witness of the murder. Until I could find out he commited suicide the next day. Next day I saw blood all over him. He had cut his radial artery on the rightarm. In about 48 hours I again became the same old orphan. From that day I changed completely.

Later I studied and had a urge to become a successful person. I joined medicine in Harvard medical university. Actually, my readers I am an drop out from harvard..I got a strong urge to kill people when I was doing my medicine course and the authority knew about this they didnt want to make me a doctor who wanted to be a murderer so I was kicked out. I was completely frustrated. Readers, then I killed all those people in the authority one by one just to fulfill my fantasy my frustration.

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