I guess, maybe, I really don't know where it all started.
Where did it all begin?
Maybe it all started the day I was born. Or maybe it wasn't.
I really don't know..
When did I decide to fuck up my life entirely?
I keep on going back to a certain moment in life, Changing the details. Altering the past memories so that the future ones don't catch up to it.
Did I put this upon myself? Is what I always originally thought.
But then I realized, that was never the case.
I was never the one to blame.
I never screwed up my life.
I didn't do this.
I didn't do this to myself.
It wasn't "ME".
Why am I constantly blaming myself for turning out like this when I was never the problem to begin with?
It was never, "I" or "ME" it was them.
Back then, I never realized how far off I was gone until I put my hands on a knife and murdered someone for the first time.
While stabbing the person endlessly, I've only ever wondered to myself; Is this what it feels like to lose your sanity?
I could only laugh at the thought of it.
With all this blood on my hands, I couldn't possibly blame myself. So, I've blamed everyone else around me.
I told myself it was them. Not me. I didn't fucking kill anybody, they did it.
I don't know what went wrong in my life.
But what I do know, is that it'll all come tracing back. To the very beginning.
Where the actual story begins.
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Between fate and misfortune
RomanceA serial killer as-well-as a top student at his former school. Being blinded by his mother's selfish desires, he ends up choosing a path that could ultimately lead to his and every one else around him's downfall. His two best friends, Skylar and Sor...
