Screaming Bloody Murder
 
Chapter 1
 
Murder.
Sometimes, that is just what I want to do.
I just want to take a gun and pull the trigger.
And on most days, I ask myself what I’m actually waiting for.
It’ not like anyone will notice.
It’s not like anyone will care.
Everyone will eventually just forget about it and leave it behind.
It’ll just be dust in the wind.
In the real world, every person is just as unimportant as the next.
In the real world, people only care about themselves.
In the real world, even if you matter, no one will care.
And so, I looked in the mirror and starred at the murderer.
Murder.
Am I a murderer if I murder myself?