• Drugs, cigarettes, more drugs, murder. The average Routine of my day. They all thought I was the "Good child" the "I want a son like that" but no. They were wrong. They didn't know what it was like to be stuck in that house, tormented. Every frickin day. So I paid them back, both of em' One, a slashed out neck, and the other, stabbed 31 times right in the heart. No that wouldn't satisfy my creed. I needed more, much more! So I joined this stupid good-for-nothing gang. Sometimes I smoke weed and the other hours of my selfless life, well, I kill and get away. The way the blood splutters over your greasy hands and face is such a wondrous thing in my world. The smell of a rotting body covers by the scent of light gray ash. The night I died was the night I would never forget. Now I'm stuck in the shadowless nothing of the world. I can see them but they can't see me. I'm a nobody, a nothing. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like If I hand't done this. If I was Normal. Sometimes I pray, and pray but I won't be let it. Not after I really learn my lesson. Hopefully you'll learn yours before your serve term as mine.