Perfect murder

Part 4-Memories

Lesson 3: Be merciless
You don't have the luxury of feelings. If you get to sentimental, just go to the nearest bar and screw some random dude.

I don't know why but the face of that little girl is haunting me. Maybe she reminds of my old innocent self. I was, and still am an orphan. My foster parents were killed in front of me. Maybe that fucked me up... I know the pain, delusion, confusion and helplessness the girl is feeling. She will get over it, eventually, actually she will be mentally scared. Shit! Danny, stop thinking about it!  I am caught off guard. My memories are attacking me and is hurting more than broken ribs, shotgun wound and knife in the boob. Yep. Had all that at once... It was...well...I'd rather not talk about it...

13 years old Danny
Cute, adorable girl with two pigtails and freckles. Pink flowery dress. Nothing like me today. Pixie cut, black leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Oh, I guess I still have freckles.

14 years old Danny
Crying and screaming, covered in bruises, mud and blood. I was in this basement, cold dark and scary, the perfect place for little girls. After my foster parents died, I was taken by some nuns. They were everything but holy... The things they did to my little, fragile body... Tears are falling down my face like waterfalls... I shouldn't have remembered this...

16 years old Danny
Covered in mud, bruises and blood again. But this time smilling. My first kill... I was so proud of myself. I was finally free. I left the monastery..

17 years old Danny
First love and first heartbreaking. Second kill...
Now thinking about it, I might be a psychotic bitch...

That's enough nostalgia for today. I'm gonna drink and find someone for the night

Lesson 4: If you get sentimental, you die.
And I really don't want to die.. That's funny cuz my life is miserable but I still have some hope. Maybe I'm psychotic, schizophrenic bitch...