Prologue
I wasn't always a bloodthirsty killer, I had a roof over my head, two caring parents and a little sister who not long after her twelfth birthday.. was sadly diagnosed with stage 3 liver cancer. I sat by her side everyday, watching her growing weaker but she never let her smile fade. The day she passed away something in me snapped, a wire connected and I took out my anger and aggression by killing. Killing gives me this rush that I enjoy, the kind of excitement you get when you go around a 360 degree hoop on a roller coaster.
My targets were beautiful teenage girl ages 18- 24, I preferred blondes but brunettes were great too. After the first kill it took me a while to finish the job, after the fourth kill I learned to muffle and block out the sound of the girl screaming and crying for mercy. I couldn't stop, it was like smoking a cigarette once you start smoking you can't stop. You crave the thirst for blood and your anger and Haterid becomes stronger and more forceful. I hated teenage girls because they reminded me of what my sister might've grown up to be but she died and ever since then I decided if she didn't get the chance to make it to teenage years then why should those girls get to live their years out. Now here I am sitting here, handcuffed and chained to the chair, in an orange prison jumpsuit, three years from my death sentence. "And how do you feel now that you're in here knowing you're about to be executed for the murders of 15 teenage girls?" The reporter asked me with a stern look on his face as he tapped his pen against the pad of paper. The room was silent all but the faint ticking of the analog clock on the wall above his head. "I feel... Remorseful." I said with a sad look on my face as a single tear fell down my cheek. "I hope she can forgive me." I said putting my hand on her picture. "Who's that?" The reporter asked. "I'll tell you more tomorrow but for now I have to go smoke a joint and lift some weights as instructed by my warden." The prisoner only marked as 226853 said as he got up and a guard walked him out of the room. He left the picture of the girl behind on the table. I had to find out who this girl is and what his relationship to her was. Maybe there was more to the story than all the rumors and theories. I went to bed that night but couldn't sleep I had a strange feeling this kid was innocent.