Dead.

I had finally come to realize it well after 12 p.m. I was tired, no doubt. I wanted to curl up in a little ball and sleep, dreaming of dead bodies. I buried my face into my hands and groaned aloud, escaping in the darkness. I knew I could sleep right then and there, and I did. But what seemed like 02 minutes was said to be an hour according to Toro.

He sat across from me, from the other side of the table. He scanned through a file, taking glances up at me. He said, "We barely have anything from you past."

I smirked, my voice deep and dry, "Good news to me. I don't like people snooping."

Toro wiped his eyes and yawned, "But we did manage to get some info." Toro blew out some air before saying, "You were 09 when you left home. There's a report of bugging pedestrians for food." He set the report down in front of me. I handled it, staring at the paper. I do remember this. I was a sweet kid, just looking for hamburger. I remember being so damn hungry.

Toro said, "And we only have one more thing. The report when you were taken in by the Sheriff when you were horribly bruised is also here." Toro lifted a brow, "What happened to you, Gerard?"

I could always tell him, but I rather not. Before I left at age 09, my parents did everything they could to just lay a hand on me. They would hit me every time I left a toy out, or when I had pet the dog too roughly. So I left, thinking life on the road by yourself would be easy. It was easy at first, but then I ran out of money. So I begged for food and got complaints. I ran away to the nearest alley and found the room. I hid there, making it my own.

Little did I know, there was already sicken people at this town. Two men found me, and raped me. I was helpless, weak. So I let it happen. When I was found on the street by the Sheriff when he was in his 20's, he took me into the county office. They took pictures, then I was sent back home. When I was sent back home, my parents died by a burglar (it was me), being beaten to death in their sleep.So, I was sent to live with my uncle. He didn't care to whatever I did, so I left a lot. When I hit puberty, I went after the two men. And well, Tom and David were my 01st victims in the small room, down the alley.

Oh, it was glorious. The blood spilt, my craving increased. I took my time with the two, skinning their faces, poking at their eye balls. I'll admit, I threw up once. But I gave into the killings and did more and more, not caring who my victims were. It made me wonder if this is who I was. And it is.

I shrugged, "Not sure. I don't remember."

Toro looked at me, "You don't?"

I yawned, "I don't."

Toro rolled his eyes, "Okay." He gathered the papers, "You can leave." Toro seemed annoyed, "But you'll be back. I know it."

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