’’Bye!’’ I said as I walked out from the restaurant I worked at, it was a chinese restaurant. I always take some chopstick from the restaurant, I wanted to try to eat with them, it was really hard for me to eat with them. I have thought of killing, I want to have people killed by my hands, I’m weak, I can’t use weapons like regular serial killer does. The only thing I can use is the chopsticks I try to use everyday. I walked to my kitchen at home, and took out a knife, I whittled down the chopsticks into something sharp. This is my weapon.
I walked out my door with my chopsticks, looking for someone to kill, The urge of killing satisfied me. I found a lone guy, he looked posh, with a tuxedo and everything. I walked to him, took out my shop stick, and stabbed him in the back. He screamed in pain, as I stabbed him more, I took my chopsticks and stabbed his eyes, he screamed more. I enjoyed it. He started to run, but I ran after him, stabbing him more,