Character: John Wayne Cleaver

I wanted to kill a demon, but created another.

I'm on the edge.
I lost it... flying into the abyss, falling all the way to hell.

At this moment I realized what love is - two minds are fused together, two bodies in harmony, two souls as the absolute whole.

People stared at me, and I didn't understand who they're look - at man or monster.
Oh, I wasn't sure who I was.

It seemed that everyone understands the meaning of what is happening. So a flock of birds breaks in the sky, they turn, dive, soar without any commands - just know what to do, as if they shared a brain.
What happens with the rest of the birds - those who do not feel the signals and continues to fly straight when the whole flock makes a turn?

As no one could comfort me, and I couldn't comfort anyone else - it was about compassion, and in this sense, I was completely useless.

Had nothing to do, nowhere to go, no one to talk to.
Was not the slightest reason to move on.

I slammed the door and ran down the stairs. Sat on the bike and rode away, never looking back to see if they run after me or not.
I just pedaled, looking for running towards the layout and at every crossroads and prayed to God that I pummeled some truck.

Friendship - a phenomenon quite normal.
Having a friend, I couldn't be a psychopath.

I feel broken and depressed, as if a new person in an old body, which is not suitable.

The monster behind the wall stirred.
I used to think of him as a monster, but really it was myself. Or at least a dark part of me. You probably think that be a vessel for the monster scary, but believe me, it is much worse when this monster is your own brain.

The idea that I might be a psychopath, was not new to me - I knew that it is not able to communicate with other people. I didn't understand them - they didn't understand me, and the language of emotions, in which they said, was for me a Chinese puzzle.

Serial killers are usually - virtually always - the slaves of their delusions. They kill because they can not otherwise. And unable to stop.

I think my destiny is leading me by a serial killer.