Journal Of A Teenage Psychopath

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When I was seven years old I read a book.
A book about a murder.
In it they talked all about the body, and how the forensics gave clues and what not.
It was really interesting.

We had a cat.

I had it all planned out.
How I'd be the brilliant doctor who solves the crime of the cat killer.

The cat died of natural causes three years later.

What?
Did you expect that I'd kill it?

Of course I didn't.

Just what do you think I am?

I'm not a monster.

And anyways I'm not an idiot either.

My mom would have caught me.