NATURAL BORN KILLER

Chapter 1

Everything was dark .  Not a speck of happiness was to be found . I slowly walk up to it . I lean over to see her face laying peacefully in her casket. 

It was hard for me . It was hard to look down to see my beautiful mother ... laying there and me knowing that she was gone and will never come back . 

I put in the rose and slowly walk away back to my seat trying my best to not let a tear come out .
The worst part was the burial ceremony . It was hard to watch for me , but I kept everything bottled up .

It's just me my dad , Ethan , and Cameron . After a while we decided it was time to go . We get in the car and pure silence is all there was .

I'm in the back with Ethan and cam is in the front. I look over to see Ethan with a couple of tears running down his face . I put my hand on his shoulder and he looks at me with his red puffy face .

I smile at him and rub his shoulder a little to let him know that every thing was gonna be ok . He looks down at his hands fiddling with them a little. In my heart I wanted everything to go back  to normal , but I knew things were not gonna be normal .

That night was the worst night of my life . Me and Ethan in our own beds sobbing into our pillow . We cried our selves to sleep . I suddenly hear a sad little Ethan say " gray ? Can I sleep in your bed tonight?" With a shaky voice .

" yea " I say in a tired voice. He gets in and I turn around to wrap my arms around Ethan and he wraps his arms around me too . We both fall asleep .

Our 8 year old selves were resting in sadness but the only thing the kept us was our care for each other . Me and Ethan were there for each other and I thank god every day for him .  

{ABOUT 3 MONTHS LATER}
Our dad became very depressed so the only solution he could think of was drinking . Most nights he would come home with his mouth reeking of alcohol and passed  out on the couch.

Some times he would even hit us for no reason. He would usually tell us that we are worthless and that we needed to work out in order for anyone to love us . He would use the most terrible words  to say to 8 year olds and our sister .

From time to time he would even rape cam. Her muffled screams and his evil laughs would make me and Ethan terrified and helpless . The worst was we couldn't do anything about it witch made it even worse. 

We would lock our doors but he would always break them down.  He would burst in and punch and slap us . The only escape was school but , not really .
We thought we could be our selves at school. Boy was I wrong .

Anything me and Ethan did we got teased . We didn't even do anything wrong. Kids wouldn't hang out with us , call us names , and there parents would tell there kids not to hang out with us sometimes.
We never knew what we did . 

  { ABOUT FIVE YEARS LATER }

Nothing's changed . Same cycle over and over again. Wake up , get yelled at , go to school get teased , come back get beat up , cry to sleep . Most nights I wouldn't cry cause I felt numb to it . Cam went and started living with one of her friends , so .. just me and Ethan now .

One day me and Ethan would go in the woods near wear we live . We would go there sometimes .
This  time was unforgettable . I was walking around when we heard a strange noise .

I had asked Ethan if he heard it too . He said he did and then we heard it again . We stoped to look around when suddenly we see a tall black figure by some trees on our left .

When I looked that way again this big man with a scary mask came running at us . I ran as fast as I could . I could hear Ethan running behind me . I was to the house and turn around to ask if we had lost him when I turn around to see something unexpected.

I turn around to see no Ethan . Not a trace of him . Not any foot prints . A part of me wanted to go back but the other part told me to be safe and not go back . I ran into the house .

I didn't bother telling my dad cause he was passed out .  He probably wouldn't even notice anyway. I went to my room and freaked out and didn't know what to do .  My life was falling apart. I just .. I wanted to die ...

A few weeks pass by and have accepted that my twin was gone . I could probably watch someone kill a puppy in front of my eyes and not cry . That was how numb I was from the pain I've gone threw but I don't  deserve to complain.

If I ever feel the need to complain I ask myself " do I have food ,water shelter and a horrible medical  condition that leaves me in pain 24/7 "  if I answer no then I don't complain.

I keep in mind that other people have it worst than I do . So complaining would make me seem stupid.   I'm 13 and I need to get a grip .

{NEXT YEAR }

So here are where things kinda- ... took a turn for me . I was filled with so much  hate , and anger .
My dad only got worse.  To the point were I couldn't take it .  My dad was yelling at me one day .

I guess something clicked . This time something took over me that I couldn't control.  I knew wear my dad kept his 4 guns . They were hid in this wooden cabinet in his room .

I took out his pistol and aimed it at my head . And pulled the trigger .

It wasn't loaded and I knew it wasn't. I just laughed  after pulling it . I think I've gone insane .  But I wasn't gonna be the one shot . I loaded it and took it with me .

I walked outside to see my dad passed out on the grass with a bottle of gin in his hand . " goodnight " I whispered right before pulling the trigger .  * bang *
The gun shouted. My dads blood was all on my hands .

I killed my dad . I ran into my room crying my eyes out realizing what I had just done . I didn't know what to do with myself . I was a bad person .

Little did I know this was only the beginning.... 

[AUTHORS NOTE ]
That was a lil back story of how he started;) hope you enjoyed and if you did make sure to comment:)  looking forward to more chaps tho :)
End of chap 1