The Day I Killed-Personal Narrative

“To the District Attorney: The things I am about to tell you are true, please, believe me, during the last few years I’ve murdered at least twenty-five people. There may be something wrong with my brain or I might just be evil, but each time I killed someone. They haunted me night and day; their voice was pleading for me not harm them and their eyes constantly watching me, even in my sleep. After stealing lethal drugs from my stock I switched some with customer’s medication, knowing it would kill them within hours.” Jerry stopped reading and sobbed.
“Mom, what was wrong with him? I never saw the symptoms of any problems. Is it possible they built up over a lifetime; one day they exploded, and he lost it?”
“I don’t understand, but please finish reading,” Margaret said, listening and wanted to hear the rest of the letter.

While sitting at my table, he bragged about his full scholarship to Harvard and his future in his grandfather’s law firm. His death was no accident when Jeremy boasted about the amount of money waiting at his grandfather’s law firm without any hard work I became upset. Finally, when he told us the baby probably wasn’t his, I lost it and continued stabbing him in the throat until he died. After putting his body in his truck, I drove it into the deepest part of the river.”
Jacob Martin the Chief of Police’s nephew abused a woman in her home and went unpunished by the law. While eating a big dinner at my table and showing no remorse, I took care of