I run through the streets of Sacramento, California. My heart's pounding so hard you can see it through my shirt. Killing is a habit of mine, I've been doing it for months, never got caught. It just feels so good, it's what I want to do to myself, but afraid too. It would help if my family would be on my side. It's hard going home, and hiding I've been killing dozens of people. They'll never know. Oh shit, the cops, boxed in, I race for the little slot and I get hit in the side and I fall to the ground giving up the streak. I've been caught.
"So, Paul, or may I call you Kevin?" The bright yellow light shines in my eyes. My wrists are handcuffed behind my back as I'm sitting in the most uncomfortable wooden chair in my life.
"Sure, whatever."
"How long have you been killing innocent people?" I look down at the floor, refusing to look him in the eyes.
"They weren't innocent, their faces called for it. They were just wanting to die." The man comes over and slaps me in the face. I really didn't deserve that, but that last sentence made me seem like the most mental guy out here.
"Wrong answer. You know Kevin, you're a sick, sick man."
"I know, it's my reputation, to be a sick man." The man sits on the table in front of me. I notice there's a glass window, slightly tinted, thinking I can't see the people on the other side. I see my parents, there face's changed when I said that.
"I think it's time you chatted with your parents, maybe they'll knock some sense in you." My parents enter the room, my mom's faced covered with mascara. My dad's facial expression turns to sad, to angry.
"Hi." I say to my parents, who are probably really, really disappointed.
"Do you know what you've done to this family? We had no clue for months, you were the killer, and you lived in our house, you could've killed us, you could've killed me, your mom, Frankie, Nick or Joe."
"But I didn't, and that's what matters."
"You know, Kevin, you're a disgrace to this family. You're brothers are sitting out there, poor Frankie, he doesn't even know what's going on. Nick, he trusted you, and Joe, you and him, were always best friends, now you guys don't even talk. We can't even call you our own anymore." I look at the sky, why am I asking God for forgiveness? He'll never forgive me for killing. The man walked in again, and motioned my parents out of the room.
"So, you want to know you're punishment?"
"Yeah."
"House arrest."