The Homicide Club (First Draft)
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I don't kill because I want to. I do it because I have to. Need to.
Don't judge me.
When you grow up the child of two convicted serial killers, surrounded by death and indifference, death and indifference seems to swallow you whole and you become it. And I did.
I'm a murderer.
And now I'm here, In this place. This fucking loony bin and I have no one to blame but myself. Not because I gave into my temptation but because I walked into this prison. Spoke to the receptionist. Checked myself in.
I expected to be cured.
I expected all the sinful thoughts and shit to go away. Poof. Gone.
What I didn't expect was to find a bipolar, a recovering meth addict, and a shrink who's cured nothing but my aversion to men.
In this place, the only thing I'm killing is myself.
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