Psycho Monologue

I’ve been ending the lives of poor, innocent souls ever since I have gained motor skills. No, seriously, watch all my old baby videos that Mom took. My first victim was a fly who was getting a little too close, then, all of a sudden, baby me ended the poor bastard’s life. My second victim was our pet cat, Chucho. I remember playing with the little furball, and then one swift move and Chucho was no longer alive. Out of all my victims, he was the one I regretted killing; I love animals and if I could redo one thing, it would be sparing his life by preventing that little accident somehow. A year after Chucho’s death and the house began to swarm with mice. Little nine-year-olds usually didn’t get excited when they told, “Morgan, you’re gonna be on mice killing duty.” That should’ve been their sign, the sign telling them their child was going somewhere dark if this behavior continues, but they didn’t …show more content…
Out of the blue, at 2 am, I got an itch, an urge. This urge pulled me to the kitchen, made me take out the sharpest knife, I wanted this to be a quick job, and then quietly sneak into my parent’s bedroom. I watched them sleep for a couple of minutes; their breathing was peaceful. I went to my dad’s side and examined his plain chest and chubby tummy, and as I raised the knife I remembered all the happy memories with my father. One might think it would be hard to kill your parents but for me, it was as easy as breathing. I looked the bastard in the face, my knife was hovering above his stomach, I witnessed his eyes begin to flutter open and in a heartbeat I summon all my strength and slam the knife down into his stomach, his eyes open and before he begins to open his mouth, I cover it with a nearby pillow using his hand. I look over and see my mom is still asleep, I slice upwards towards his heart. My mom was easier to kill than my dad because I was in a rush to get out of