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I don't know what this is...
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Killing; it's all I've ever known. The way I was raised was to make sure that I trusted no-one. And I havnt given up on that belief through the 16 years I've been alive. Killing is what my life is focused around. I don't have a job and quit school when I was twelve. I didn't need a 'real' job, as long as I get paid to do it I couldn't see the difference. One job could keep me going for months.
It's sickening to most people, a sixteen-year-old living alone and carelessly murdering whoever suited her. But I've been told not to care what others think.
But I'm sure stories like these are no news to you. You enjoy reading what happens to these people, if you can call us that. It gives you a thrill to read about a life being finished with a single movement.
It gives me a rush, too. I'm what you might call an enthusiast. I look up to the characters you know. I want to be them. The walls of my small apartment are covered in maps for my little investigations. I'm tracking down where they are. Jack, Ben, slender, and of corse, Jeff. My inspiration. The cause if my distorted features and disconnected jaw. Turns out skin isn't as easy to burn as they make it seem. It disappears completely, leaving exposed flesh visible through what was left of my thin, stretched skin.
I haven't left my house in months, you see I have no need to. The food gets delivered to my door and I talk to people like you over the internet all the time. Most of you either conclude I'm either joking or crazy. However, if I was crazy, I would never consider it possible for me to be crazy. At times I am, though. When I first mustered up the courage to burn my skin I got carried away and burnt my house down, including my father.
But I wasn't worried to much. If there was one way he wanted to die it would have been to be killed by his little girl. He taught me everything I know. He was crazy, I'll admit that. But he did have a lot more common sense than most people. He knew school was a waste, I could learn to read and write on my own. He knew that he had to be realistic with me. The world was a harsh place. It wasn't worth it to soften the truth about the world. There are people that go through their lives without any knowledge of what's happening in the shadows behind them.
They act like life is a huge deal. Everything you do matters. But for what? we all die in the end, may as well enjoy it.
