User:SecretKeeper220

It started a long time ago. I was living with my grandfather, grandmother and two brothers, and, as suck happens, a death occurred. It was my grandmother, she had been fighting cancer for six years and it was finally overcome with grief. My grandfather, overcome with grief, took up drinking. Late at night he would beat either my brothers or me. Overtime I became numb. I was unable to feel even the simple emotion of happiness. Three years later I was taken away and sent to my father. We lived a happy life but something was wrong. I felt a certain....resentment to other people. I resented their laughter, their smiling faces, and their seemingly perfect lives. I would often go into some woods to get away from all of this. One day, I met a man. We talked and I learned he was like me, numb. I also learned his name, he called himself Robert Gold and he would call me by my nickname, Rosa. Looking back, I should have questioned how he knew this. He taught me how to fight and had me practice on dummies. He would give me tips on how to kill as well. One day I was going to the forest after school, it had been a hard day for me. When I got there, he was waiting. He had about 5 other guys with him. They surrounded me and started pushing me around, laughing and smiling. An emotion I hadn't felt in a while started bubbling up. It was anger....and hatred. I pulled my knife out of my pocket and I stabbed the one nearest to me in the stomach. One of the others grabbed my wrist and quickly disarmed my, pinning me down. "Poor little Rosa." Gold said, his tone mocking. "She really thought I would help her, that I was like her, a freak." him and the others laughed as I glared at them. "Why don't we show her what we do to freaks?" they beat me up, then they tied me to a tree and left. At this point I was half conscious and struggling to breath. I passed out. When I woke up I was by the street with no recollection of how I got there. I didn't question it, I didn't question anything. I went to Gold's house, he was asleep in his bed with a girl laying next to him. I snuck in through his window and quickly sliced the neck of the girl before he could wake up. Then I waited. It took him about an hour to wake up but I didn't care. I had all the time in the world to do what I wanted. When He woke up I put a hand over his mouth before he could scream and I went to work. I found an old t-shirt and stuffed it into his mouth. First I ran my knife down his arm, just barely drawing blood as he shook. I decided to make quick work of him, as the sun was nearly up. So I started dicing him up, starting with his feet. His muffled screams stirred something inside me. Something I had not felt in quiet a while, Joy, happiness. It felt great. The nights after I did the same with his....friends. The last was the hardest to kill. Struggling to much for me to cut well enough to dice him. So I did something else. I stabbed him in the stomach then climbed on top of him, pulling the gag out. "This...happiness...is amazing.." I said, grabbing a pair of scissors that where laying nearby. 'well, they say smiling is a sign of happiness so just....smile." I quickly cut a smile into his face and left. To this day no one knows who had killed those men, I take great delight in knowing this. But, I'm getting bored. Well, since you now know this crime I committed, maybe I should come and visit you. Oh, whats with that frightened look? I think that you should just smile.