Story of my life

Friends?

Just like any normal day.. was me hiding and killing. I didn't understand but for me my life was perfect. The only thing that bothered my was, I felt like I was doing the wrong thing. I felt cold and lonely.. I didn't undetstand. By the time I was 11 I have been killing people because it made me feel good. Just then my train of thought was interupted by talking in the distance. What looked to be.. 2 kids in the teenager years? One instead of to eyes had one for a clock!! Her hair was brown and long, she wore a blue jacket with a tank top and jeans. And convers, the other kid war a black t-shirt and pants and shoes outlined in wite. He had black hair. A narrowed my eyes and jumped down a glared at them.

( Sorry to leave off at a some/what good part!! Oh well I will try to get back to you guys soon!!
Peace out