January 17

Dahmer


One night I got carried away, my head was somewhere else it was in a dark place I had all these thoughts about wanting to murder someone 

Chills running through my spine, I was scared at first. I panicked, I knew that after what I’ve done i couldn’t go back, there was no going back. There was blood on my hands. I’ve done the dirty work not for anyone but for myself. I knew it was wrong but i didn’t want to admit it. 

I- I- killed someone..


Posted January 17, 2020 by marescobar in category Fiction Writing

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