Finally, when her final shrieks of protests finally stopped, I realized I was all alone now. I locked the door of the big old house that I have lived in my whole life and left. Now I am free but alone. Now that I was out, I did not even know what I was supposed to do or where to go. I knew I was wanted for multiple homicides I was always constantly reminded. I was never taught how to live and care for myself, as others were taught at a noticeably youthful age. I only knew how to do one thing, and that was how to kill. Mother never enrolled me in school, she claimed it was pointless, she would always just say "no need for school, they no teach you anyway, only need to know killing, I teach you that."

I never had any reason to want to go to school because mother always told me she can teach me everything important. For her, that did not include how to live on my own. All that I had on me was the clothes I was wearing, a gun, and a couple of knives, but I also had my wits, I need my wits to survive. I will survive. I knew I would not be able to go in public, my mother always constantly reminded me that I would be locked up in hell for the rest of my life if I were ever caught on the streets. So, the best idea I could think of was what I knew well, murder.