It's funny how when you're first born, you can be anything. Yet no one looks at you and says "Someday this child will become a murderer." Yet it happens regardless.

I can still remember the first time I killed, too. It was a few days after graduation. I had went to the store to pick a few things up, when a few guys I used to know bumped into me on my way back. Unfortunately for them, I always carried a knife with me. For self defense. They tried to pick a fight with me, so I led them into an alley and had my fun. I still remember how great it felt, to finally see the ones who made me feel so afraid suddenly become terrified of me. Never once had I ever thought the tables would turn.

I didn't really bother hiding the bodies. There were no witnesses around. It was pretty empty. There was some event going on at a store across town, if I remember right. Or maybe not, I've never been good at remember pointless details like that. Even after I had killed them, I was still getting at least a little fun out of it. When I saw that police were investigating the murders on TV, I cannot explain how excited I was. It was like one of those detective shows, and I was the clever murderer they tried so hard to find.

It wouldn't have been so bad for me, had it ended there. I had my first girlfriend not too long after. Her name was Ashe. Speaking of names, I never said mine, have I? How rude of me. My name is Larel. A strange name, yes, but I've never really been what you'd call "normal" so I guess it suits me.

Anyways, Since the first murder, I've been going out every so often to kill. It was great stress relief. Only, when Ashe caught me, I had no idea what to do. I knocked her out and brought her back to my house. I've left her locked up in the basement until I could figure out what to do with her. Should I really kill her for my own careless mistake?

But maybe things should stay the way they are. After all, she can't leave me like this. It's just one less thing to worry about. Honestly, it's kind of cute. She's like my own little pet. She even stopped crying recently. I think she's starting to get used to it!

Unfortunately, it seems I don't have long to live. This is my suicide note, after all. The police have been getting closer each day. In fact, I won't last a week. I'd rather just get this over with now rather then wait a long time, knowing what's going to happen to me. I'm sure the police will find Ashe. And everyone will be happy again.

I guess, I should have seen this coming. After all, in those detective movies I love so much, the villains always get caught. I'm glad, because for once in my life I finally had something to keep myself occupied. It was fun while it lasted, at least. So I must say goodbye now.