Good to Bad to Pure Evil

Chapter 1: The Boy

"Patrick what the hell are you doing?!?!" Mom said in her usual tone. "Nothing Momma I'm just playing with my fish. What's wrong with that?" She looked at me in horror and anger. All I was doing was playing with my fish. The game was cook the Cole. My fish was named after Cole from lego ninjago a pretty cool cartoon. "Give me the knife Patrick. Now." She said to me her voice shaky. "But why? There's two of him now Mom. But idk what that red stuff is... Why isn't he moving anymore? Wake up Cole! Wake up!" I screamed starting to cry. All the mother had to say was " You killed him Patrikios. It's time..." she said in a very confusing tone. "Time for what Momma? Why'd you call me that wierd name? I did not kill him! He's just sleeping. Isn't he?" I was so sad and scared. But now i wonder. Why would a mother tell her son of age 4 that he just killed his fish but also look at him like he just murdered someone? It's not like I'm Michael Myers. I was a kid. Bitch shouldn't be leaving knives around children. Right? Well bcs she was scared of me I spent 3 years of my life in an asylum.
Those three years well... they were HeLL.

(I hope you enjoy my story so far. If you want to know what happens next go to the next chapter. Thanks.)