Why am I here

  You should see this. It's hurendous! I mean, seeing this much blood gushing from the same vital wound is just... Astounding. Breath-taking. Beautiful. Especially because they had no hint of a brutal murder coming from me. People see me and wonder about how I could possibly have a vile sickening mind, they would never suspect me.

            You see, I'm a girl. Not just that, I'm also 13. Meaning that I'm too weak to do this, to drag a knife across the throat of my enemy. No no. How could it be me? They will never catch me. If it all goes right then they will think they commited the crime. The homicides of Jimmy Carter, Henry Solwood and not forgetting Oliver Cartwright. Oh that was my favourite. Let me explain.

          When I first began feeling to urge to kill he was first on my list. For two years I had been stuck listening to his irritating voice go on about things nobody gave a shit about. If he had shut up he would have still been alive today. This is the case where my weakness eliminates me as a suspect. And of course nobody really knows how smart I am.