Today's Saturday, waking up was rough. My vision was obscure and I had a pounding migraine. Friday night was the same as always. I stuck to my Friday night schedule, the one I've stuck to since I was 26 and getting out of college. Get out of work, come home, sharpen my knives and relax with the television on. All I actually remember from last night is getting frustrated at myself and at my work and having an attack. My attacks were uncommon since I know how to control them. Yet when they happen, they're never premeditated and I have to work fast. Before working on my knives last night I was in the shed slicing open a squirrel I caught the previous morning. A nice clean cut on it's belly exposed it organs. Doing this was the one thing that kept me calm. I've been practicing on squirrels since I was a child. Parents and neighbors thought I was a menace. Nobody was allowed to play with me, they feared for their children's lives. My skills then were nothing compared to now. Back then I thought everybody was just impudent. I wasn't aware of my "problem" then. I didn't know I was different. People like me are used as the protagonists and antagonists for a story or show that'll make millions. They don't realize that my life is a mess. I barely realize my life's a mess. When you're this insane, everything is normal.
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Precinct
Mystery / ThrillerIsn't it a sad story when a illness takes over your body. He's aware of what he's doing. He's not oblivious. He's one man, with a series of murders tied to his name and one precinct.
