I was awoken to the sound of sirens. I got out of bed and got dressed.
I remembered my mother's death. It killed me to think about it.
I killed my own mother.
She didn't deserve it.
She was a nice lady and a very good mother.
I feel horrible. and the worst part is..
I can't remember anything from it.
I went down to the crime scene.
I saw one of my slippers. I was missing one too. it was right next to the girls dead body.
I gasped and realized i had killed her.
I started to jog home. I had a sudden urge to kill someone so i went home and locked myself in.
Investigators came to my house all day long asking me questions.. every time they did i said i didn't know anything about it, i was asleep.
I lied to every single one of them. I'm such a bad person.
I don't know what to do anymore. I can't control it, it's like I'm being controlled by a demon. I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous.. but it could happen.
To be honest...I might be better off dead.
I could kill more people. i could get discovered and get killed anyways.. i could go crazy and kill everyone in town.
For heavens sake i killed my mother!!
what kind of sick person does that!?
I just have to remember it's not me doing these.. It's my evil side.
