I have always felt repugnance towards other human beings.
A primordial human was not put upon this Earth to harm all other beings.
he children contain such callowness; the adults make my head plethoric with such hatred.
Crazy, you say?
I am.
Yesterday evening my head was pounding with thoughts of death.
Not a pitiful suicide of myself, but the slaughter of a man I have known for many years.
A man whose house is directly across the road from my own.
What a sick, pasty man he is. Little does he care about any other species than his own.
Not even any other kind person than himself. For if he were kind, I wouldn’t have to kill him.
I wouldn’t have a reason to.
Fortunately for me, he entered my home hoping for some advice to a problem.
My malevolent being was unleashed as I motioned for him to step inside.
“I could help you out,” I answered to his question.
Slowly but surely, I definitely completed what I wanted to do.

I metamorphosed into a killer within seconds.

-Lola L. Right