Midnight Misery

Prologue...

   I wasn't always a killer. Once upon a time I was just a young boy searching for my place in this world. That was until my mother came back for me when I was nine. My life was good, great even when it was just me and dad. But when mom came back everything changed. Dad took her back almost instantaneously of course. He's always been that way, he always forgives her after all that she does. But this time when she came back it was different than other times. She had so much more rage inside of her. It wasn't just her drunk self anymore, but it was much, much worse. After a while she started slapping me around after dinner, that led to her just hitting me over every little thing. And all of that eventually led to her sexually abusing me. She would whip my back so hard to where it would bleed if I didn't do what she wanted me to. And the cops wonder why I only target women.

   I didn't plan to murder people. My first kill was my mother. I was twelve years old and I had enough of her so I took a knife from the kitchen and just sliced her face at first. But that was when I realized I wanted to hurt her more so I stabbed her in the chest. I felt power that I had never felt before and needed more, I needed to kill again, and again, and again.

   That's when I started killing with that exact knife for four years every week on Wednesday night at 12 am sharp, which is the exact time I killed my mother. That was until my knife broke off in a girls chest one year ago. So I was forced to buy a dagger that looked as similar as possible.

But who could  blame me for killing those girls it is all their fault for being outside so late anyways.