To Be Real?

My Other Self

I walked back into the room to see your cold lifeless body and shudder knowing that this was my doing. I know now that I had to get help. I could not control myself anymore. I could not tell which one was the real me anymore. This had been my seventh kill. This poor boy was too sexy to die. One minute I am shy, innocent, and pure, then the next I am cold, emotionless, and a ruthless killer. I had no one I truly cared about though, so every time I killed someone it did not seem to matter. I had no one to tell me it was wrong, but I knew it was deep down. I cleaned the blood off my knife; the only thing my father left me before he ran away from my dying mother. Time to go home to my other life and study for my test tomorrow. No one would ever think that my innocent self could ever kill anyone, but then again, should would not either.