I'm walking. No, I'm running. No, I am walking. Yeah, I'm walking. Walking quickly. Very quickly. So I guess I am running.
Oh, forget it. I can't hide forever. Eventually, someone is bound to notice a bat-s*** crazy murderous 18 year old female has gone missing. My family won't care though. They never did. Of course, they won't ever have to when they see me.
Who am I, you ask? Hi, my name is Ina "Insane" Werner. Youngest serial killer to have ever hit this damn face of the earth. Only thing is, I'm innocent. I think. I haven't been caught. Don't think I ever will be. I'm too good.
Oh, you wanna know the story, huh? Well, gather 'round boys and girls. Ms. Werner's 'bout to tell you how she came to be. Pay attention and there won't be a quiz, okay?
It was the morning of my 18th birthday. I was taking a jog through the park. Maybe that's why I'm so good at running away, but that's not the point. I was jogging. Then, there he was.
Yeah, I knew him. He was all kinds of hotness. Brown hair like a god and eyes so green even Ireland would be jealous. I didn't talk to him though. I didn't need to be bothered with the troubles of another boy in my life. My twerp of a brother was already annoying as hell.
That's not the point though. Point is, I didn't need him and he didn't want me. Actually, I did need him. I was just a wimp. Not that day I wasn't! I was gonna go right up to him, look him right in those eyes, and say, "Hey! You, me, out, tonight, my place, seven-ish. If I'm not ready, you will wait."
I thought it would go that way. I ended up running into him and Ms. Ditsy Prissy laughing at me as I apologized to him. You should know me by now. I'm not taking crap from her. I went up to her.
"What are you laughing at? Aren't you supposed to be in bed with another guy today? Or is it your day off?" I asked with a smirk.
"Listen, you can't talk about me. I hear about you last year. Do not try this with me. You think you're all tough. You're not. He doesn't want to be near you. Obviously, he doesn't after you trampled him. Go away. No one wants you here," she said.
She had a point. No one did want me. My family couldn't care what I did as long as I moved out when I graduated. He didn't care about me. He barely knew me. I just ran over him.
But, something about her telling me this seriously ticked me off. She had the nerve to stand here and say this to my face. I wasn't going down without a fight.
I cocked my fist back to throw a punch, but before I hit her, I made eye contact. She needed to see my eyes before she was out cold.
Sadly, I didn't get to punch her. Oh, darn. She fell over. I thought she fainted from the absolute terror of my fist coming at her face, but nope. She just plopped on the ground like a rag doll. Yes, I smiled a little.
I actually checked her pulse. I shouldn't have. I should have just walked away, but I didn't. There wasn't one. She was dead. Deader than a skeeter hitting a windshield.
I stood up, looked at her, and booked it straight out of that park. I ran for my dear life. Ever since, I've been on the run and when I'm angry, someone eventually dies.
I haven't seen the guy since. I haven't seen my family either. I don't think they will want to see me though. I've been harboring anger just for them.
Oh, forget it. I can't hide forever. Eventually, someone is bound to notice a bat-s*** crazy murderous 18 year old female has gone missing. My family won't care though. They never did. Of course, they won't ever have to when they see me.
Who am I, you ask? Hi, my name is Ina "Insane" Werner. Youngest serial killer to have ever hit this damn face of the earth. Only thing is, I'm innocent. I think. I haven't been caught. Don't think I ever will be. I'm too good.
Oh, you wanna know the story, huh? Well, gather 'round boys and girls. Ms. Werner's 'bout to tell you how she came to be. Pay attention and there won't be a quiz, okay?
It was the morning of my 18th birthday. I was taking a jog through the park. Maybe that's why I'm so good at running away, but that's not the point. I was jogging. Then, there he was.
Yeah, I knew him. He was all kinds of hotness. Brown hair like a god and eyes so green even Ireland would be jealous. I didn't talk to him though. I didn't need to be bothered with the troubles of another boy in my life. My twerp of a brother was already annoying as hell.
That's not the point though. Point is, I didn't need him and he didn't want me. Actually, I did need him. I was just a wimp. Not that day I wasn't! I was gonna go right up to him, look him right in those eyes, and say, "Hey! You, me, out, tonight, my place, seven-ish. If I'm not ready, you will wait."
I thought it would go that way. I ended up running into him and Ms. Ditsy Prissy laughing at me as I apologized to him. You should know me by now. I'm not taking crap from her. I went up to her.
"What are you laughing at? Aren't you supposed to be in bed with another guy today? Or is it your day off?" I asked with a smirk.
"Listen, you can't talk about me. I hear about you last year. Do not try this with me. You think you're all tough. You're not. He doesn't want to be near you. Obviously, he doesn't after you trampled him. Go away. No one wants you here," she said.
She had a point. No one did want me. My family couldn't care what I did as long as I moved out when I graduated. He didn't care about me. He barely knew me. I just ran over him.
But, something about her telling me this seriously ticked me off. She had the nerve to stand here and say this to my face. I wasn't going down without a fight.
I cocked my fist back to throw a punch, but before I hit her, I made eye contact. She needed to see my eyes before she was out cold.
Sadly, I didn't get to punch her. Oh, darn. She fell over. I thought she fainted from the absolute terror of my fist coming at her face, but nope. She just plopped on the ground like a rag doll. Yes, I smiled a little.
I actually checked her pulse. I shouldn't have. I should have just walked away, but I didn't. There wasn't one. She was dead. Deader than a skeeter hitting a windshield.
I stood up, looked at her, and booked it straight out of that park. I ran for my dear life. Ever since, I've been on the run and when I'm angry, someone eventually dies.
I haven't seen the guy since. I haven't seen my family either. I don't think they will want to see me though. I've been harboring anger just for them.
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