Personal Narrative: My Life As A Serial Killer

Instantly, the bullet ricocheted off the decaying wall. He stands there watching as the life leaves their eyes, blood spilled onto the street from his own hands. He turns away, walking off into the night, never looking back to the dying man. What could have been his motive? Why did he choose to kill? When was his point of no return? How can he live with himself knowing he had blood on his hands quite literally? These are the questions that captivates my mind for hours on end after researching infamous serial killer throughout history. I’ve always had a mediocre life; my parents are still happily married at twenty-five years, we have up and downs with a few vices from the Earth, but we live in a middle-class neighborhood in a standard community and I have a significant understanding with what is expected from right to wrong. Since I’m an only child, I never had a sibling relationship, but I do love taking things apart and putting them back together. Puzzles have always been my favorite past time and I find that we, as people are just like them. Everyone has pieces and odd …show more content…
From the first time my father let me read his Murder and Mayhem novel in the seventh grade and in eighth grade when I went to Washington D.C. and visited a crime and punishment museum consisting of the history of crimes and how they were reprimanded for their actions. After that afternoon there, I became almost obsessed with knowing why. I find every action has an effect somewhere else down the line, as Newton would say. Moreover, I’ve lost countless hours from watching documentaries and researching these people. Sometimes I don’t understand why I’m so drawn to their life stories, but I find that the more I learn, the better I can connect with someone’s past actions that reflect themselves