I have a paper to write.
My name is Eric. I'm into computer design and anime. I currently have a job at Microsoft and have been working on a new computer style, but I'm also going back to school for my degree in story writing. I have to write a paper for the class so I thought about doing a monolog about my life. I have a daughter and a wife; their names are Sam, my wife, and Ruby, my daughter. They are living in another state for the time being.
Ever since I was a little boy I was in love Japanese style cartoons, I never really grew out of them, and I just loved watching them alone because other people ruined it for me. I never really liked people; they were just annoying so I mostly stayed in my room watching anime and other shows. I've grown up since and still love them.
I was going to class a week ago will this spree of murders was going on; I never liked blood or anything like that so I hoped to never come across a murder scene, as I walked a saw it: in the window of a bookstore "I have a paper to write..." it was written in blood and next to it, a man with a dagger sticking in his chest. People were crowding around the bloody note with police blocking off the scene. I vomited and nearly fainted; the next day I took a different path to school. I had taken a shortcut through an alley and found a small red stain on the concrete. I wanted to turn away but something brought me to follow the red stains and then I say it, the same writing but continued, "I have to write a paper in..." I ran from the scene and called the police. I never wanted to go back there again.
A few weeks passed and I ended up running behind on a few assignments for my classes. I had a D average and my highest grade was a B in math, I wasn't able to sleep at all since the alleyway. I had been taking the bus to school so I didn't have to walk and see any more of the creepiness of the town, but I missed the bus and I had to walk so I took a path I never went before. I went through a highly populated area, nothing, I walked down an alleyway, nothing. I had finally made it to the school, and on the window if my classroom, there it was. "I have to write a paper in your blood..." I looked away. I saw a man running from the crime. The man was... me.