'Why is it that you cannot be normal'
Why does everyone ask me this? It's not my fault. I did not want to be born evil. But I was. It is Daddys fault. And his Daddys fault. It was a chain of abuse and misery, my story however, was different. I was not abused, but loved. But love was not what I thirsted. I thirsted blood, I thirsted misery, I thirsted... death.
Love was my abuse, I wanted hate and anger, I wanted chaos and... screaming. Screaming for help, for life, for the pain to stop. Screaming and asking why was I doing this. But the answer was a whisper, my whisper. It was, "Because I love it."
Horror movie moments in life were my drugs, my sanity, all I ever wanted is death. And when Demballa can not give me that, I take it. I take what I am not aloud to have and I crush it, in my cold blooded hands.
But still you ask that one question about, normality. Well, to sum up my answer, I'm a killer.