When you became a murderer

I was going to school like any other ordinary girl…… I liked studying…and had the best marks in the class……. But one day after I ended high school and the first three years of university, everything changed….. I came home like I usually did…… That day my brother came home late at night…… He was bleeding… Someone beat him….. attacked him……

After the time he spent in a hospital, he couldn’t look at his face……. He had scars on his face broken nose, so now……. He became uglier than he was…… Her girlfriend broke up with him…… He hated himself…..

One evening day I decided to help him…. to like himself again…… I was cutting my cheeks until I had a big smile on my face…… Then I glued together my eyelids and my skin…… I cut my wrists and forearms…..

Next, I went to my brother’s room to show him my new face….. He screamed out: “Monsteeeer!” He doesn’t want to see me…… I started to cry, stabbing him with a knife, which I still held in my hand…

“I love you. Sorry about that.”

It’s the last thing he heard. Then I went to my room. I met my mother on her way to my brother’s room. I was lucky enough that a hall had no lights because she would scream as well……

I needed to stop her. So when she asked me, what happened to the brother, I hugged her, and my knife ended up in her loving heart. “Sorry that I love you.”

I put her dead body gently on the floor and went to the parents’ room. My dad woke up and asked what I needed.

“Sorry that I love you. But mum will be sad without you.”

Then he saw the knife in my hand, but it was too late. The knife went straight to his heart.

So I had to leave that house. I packed some of my things and took as many knives as possible with my black coat and a white sweater. I moved to an abandoned house at the fringe of a town. Nobody ever sees me again, only my victims before their death.