I’m surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And
they’re going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain’t coming
back again. When I was younger, handsomer and stronger, I felt like I could do
anything. But all of these people making all these faces didn’t seem
like my kith and kin. Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade, I guess you could
say he was my best friend. He lived in a big tall house out on Westfall where
we would hide when the rain rolled in. We went out one night and took a
flashlight, out with these two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian. One was
named Laurie, that’s what the story said next week in the Guardian. And
when I killed her it was so easy that I wanted to kill her again. I got down on
both of my knees and….she ain’t coming back again. Now, with all
these cameras focused on my face, you’d think they could see it through
my skin. They’re looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but evil
don’t look like any
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