Look at him, lying there with cold dead eyes boring into mine. He got in the way. Hard to believe I know, but people can be strange sometimes.
Stood in front of her, the bitch that had been screwing the whole town. Pretended he didn't know me, he did though, could see it in his eyes. He'd read the texts, heard the voicemail, smelt me in his bed. I'm better than him, she said so.
She said so to every other person she was in bed with. Her long blonde hair, watery blue eyes that make you want to hold her. She knows what to do to get you. I fell for her.
She knew it too, knew every time she worked those eyes. Men are stupid, women are worse. Anyone looks at you and just think about how lonely it is.
Even lonelier now. She ended it. Told me that she was married and couldn't let her marriage fail. This must be him, the poor bastard she was married to. There's no ring on his finger. God damn it! The bitch lied again! How stupid can you get?
I jut didn't want to be lonely. No one deserves to be lonely. Not me having wedding anniversaries, going on picnics. Just sat at home watching TV, eating a takeaway, occasionally going for walks. Known as 'perv' down the park, sat by myself on a bench.
I think I'll leave, go to the river. Better than staying here. Company of the dead is no company, well maybe a little. Better than nothing.
The water is cold. Shouldn't have jumped in. Made a splash, scared some birds.
Closing time, lots of people walking home together. Why did she lie? Why couldn't we walk home after closing time, together? Why am I such a loser.
Got to get rid of the evidence, no doubt it will make a noise. No matter, drunken people will not believe what they hear. I should know. Think it was a brick or a bottle. Best do it now. Got to get away.
They'd never know it was me. Well fingerprints, but they'd never know it was in the river.
Even if they did find it, all they can do is put me in jail. With other murderers, molesters and Muslims.
At least I'll be with other people. Maybe I should phone mum. Tell her I'll be gone for awhile. She wouldn't notice anyway, not spoken since July. Wish I was back home, penalty of death. End this pathetic excuse for a life. If I had shown any liking for girls at my age I would have died.
Liking a girl at all and I could die, lose the respect of my family. Lost it already.
They're going to have a field day. Neighbours spreading rumours. Shaming mum. They'll tell the police where I live, trying to make my mum die with shame. Neighbours can be real jerks.
Well, they found me. After 8 months of living the life of a criminal mastermind. Waiting for questioning. Sure they'll ask if there were others.
Maybe I'll say there was. Get put away longer. Maybe even get the gas chamber.
Nazis the lot of them. Judge you by your ethnicity. Not every Muslim is an affiliate of Bin Laden. Like he'd want me as a friend anyway.
There were others don't get me wrong. Friendly people, to others. Never gave me a second look. Bang. Either between the eyes or in the middle of the chest. More reliability of death that way.
Wish they hadn't found me. Would have got rid of those bitches from school. Used me to get what they wanted and shunned me. Well who's laughing now? You can't scare the man with the golden gun.