Hi, hmm, I don't know how to say this but let me define what I am to most people. If I said evil, you would think of some shitty villain that go against the Avengers or something. Well sweety, that's not it, I don't like the word evil anyway since it sounds childish. I prefer.....insane or mental, sadistic, and immoral. I like taking people hostage and breaking them in the most gruesome way ever, then, of course, brutally murdering them. The only thing good that the hostage doesn't have to worry about is getting raped. I'm female, and a young one too. I'm fifteen, yes young, I know. This whole fiasco started when I was twelve, I started noticing I was going insane. I never got help with my state of mind so that's why I'm now a sadistic serial killer. Also back to that rape, I know females can rape males but I don't do that. I'm still virgin as matter as fact so that's one of my top priorities of keeping it. Now on to the real story, and yes, the fourth wall is beyond broken now, no help of trying to fix it readers. Also, watch out, you don't know if you may be one of my victims.
And now back to that fiasco. When I was twelve, I noticed I saw shadows for a millisecond, heard things that weren't there, and also like rough housing with my friends. Sounds just like I was being a paranoid, normal girl to most people. No, the sounds became voices, the shadows became human figures, and that rough housing, well, it became where I wanted to fight people just for the fuck of it. I also had a interest in knives, or to be broad, blades. I messed with the kitchen knives while putting away the dishes. I like looking at how sharp the blades were. Didn't help that I started feeling like I was getting treated unfairly by the people I loved. And the key word for my previous sentence, loved. Yeah, let's just say their disemboweled bodies are now somewhere in a river. My mind wondered to how easy it is to kill someone. And, it is. Just to grab the weapon and end your victims in one movement.
My favorite prey is abusive people, oh how I love to see the terror on their face when I say that I will repay them with everything they have done to their target. Their target, well, I scare them into running away since I still do care just a little for somethings. I've always wanted to helped hurt people when I was younger, well, I do just a bit by killing their abuser. But I still love seeing the emotion of fear. Oh, how it interest me. It's absolutely beautiful. Well, that's it. For now.
Well damn, my dark personality got out in this. I have no idea what motivation I had for this considering I'm finishing it three months after it was started. Heh, well that's all for now guys. Bye
