The night was cold and crisp. The sky was dark and plain. I was the only person left to fend for myself.

I'm Aimey, I am 12 years old, and I killed EVERYONE. I'm alone. Nobody to comfort, nobody to love me and its all my fault. I didn't mean it, I REALLY didn't mean it although now I have to pay. Live a long Lonley life until I die.

The world has changed I suppose there's rubbish, there's still animals to talk to but there's no one I can listen to. What I did is unforgivable, it was not called for. But I DIDN'T mean it.

I carried on walking until I got to my house, I went inside and cried. I shouted for my mum, I screamed for my dad but neither of them came. They're dead, I killed them, they made me angry. No, NO, NO, NO, They made me furious. I went to the kitchen I grabbed a knife, they were speaking but I didn't hear them, I stabbed them both. They were lying there lifelessly and I cried and shouted and screamed. I called doctors and police and they put somewhere. A mental institute I think.

I got sad. No, NO, NO, NO. I got despondent and I shouted someone over, hit their head off the bars, stole their keys and stole their gun and shot them. I called the guards, I called the police and got arrested.

I got scared, No, NO, NO, NO, I got terrified. I made another prisoner angry they tried to hurt me and I got taken to a safe room still locked away but before they put me in, I strangled them with the handcuffs. I called for help and then took the man's gun and shot every last person. I was scared, I was sad, I was angry and I got power.

I killed for fun, I killed for revenge and I killed to find peace. I never got peace.
It wasn't my fault they changed my emotion and mindset. It was them. Or that's what I keep telling myself.