"Well... I did it I got away with murder nobody will know it's me since I broke those damn security cameras *chuckles* seems like now is a good time" I say I pull out my gun and I start shooting people in Time Square all thy hear is "BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!" As the gun fires off I dropped about 12 people before running I highjacked a car and ran a few people over all together I killed 16 people that day "hahahahaha this is so much fun!" I say thinking out loud I drive out of New York laughing.
I see it all over the news that's what makes it so much more pleasurable it's almost as if I could hear the despair across the country about what I did,I loved it,I wanted to do it more. I soon change my appearance again I kill more people in DC now my grand total had to be about 24 I was wanted I then stabbed and killed my family.
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The numbers were skyrocketing then soon I didn't find the pleasure in murder I became depressed again I looked at my switchblade without thinking I carved into my arm I licked the blood off my arm, god blood tasted so good,then out of anger I went back to KILLING.
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I was the most wanted criminal in the world mass killing sprees fed my hunger for death then I stab myself over and over again, I end up in a hospital bed.
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DiversosThis little girl Samantha Gregg has depression an hates being looked at Trigger warning: In this story you will find; Cutting Depression Anorexia Murder Sad moments If you are uncomfortable reading stuff like this I recommend you don't
