In Cold Blood

Mr. Waldbrand said I should write about everything I've ever lived, even though I'm young, he thinks I should put things out inside me, I didn't grow up like the other kids, and I'm not like other teenagers, now I know that, before I met Mr. Waldbrand, before leaving the room, did not know this way of living, the only way I knew was what was on television, I learned to be what I am with the films that formed small stacks beside the television, I told Mr. Waldbrand after he  Set a meeting at a diner, he asked when I arrived in the room, but I did not remember, was there since I remember,  "but didn't you see who took you there? " he asked, and I replied  "No ", I did not remember, my most distant recollection was a woman who teaches me the vowels, she was on television, I remember also a kind of tube that I drank milk, it came from the ceiling. I remember the mattress, of a large toilet that then became small, of a small shower, which then became ...

I googled on the internet about the other men I was supposed to kill, it wasn't too hard to find anything, they've been arrested for many crimes - rape, murder, corruption -they're the junction of all kinda of cruel men. I came home and the living room was full of bags, I grabbed the gun thinking someone had invaded, but it was only Mr. Waldbrand who arrived a few days before, he said it was Christmas, gave me many gifts -clothes, shoes, books - I did not know that had to give something To him, my only gift was the body of men he did not like. He made a lot of food and adorned the table, said that next year we will have a tree, and I will help to spruce up, said next year will be more special, that we will have time, but today was very special. I think I was happy.

Mr. Waldbrand is still out of town, three of the guys on the list are gone. The first one was easy, he was in a stripper club, I used the gun that Waldbrand gave me, he taught me how to use some guns, so I could take the murder weapon with me and not leave traces out there. The second guy smelled really bad, now his corpse should smell better than he did. The third one looked like Michel Piccoli, he saw me near the window, he was sitting in the brown armchair, he opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, I think he knew he was going to die, but found no last word. There are still five men left, Mr. Waldbrand back in a week, hopefully have finished work when he comes back, it helps me a lot, hopefully help him too.

I don't know if Mr. Waldbrand has a family, I don't know where he was born or raised, I never asked him, he also never asked if I met my family, but I think he deduced after I told him about my old room. He brought me lots of presents, lots of colorful bags with clothes that I don't need, said he was going to travel, but left me a folder with pictures and information from some guys he doesn't like and wants me to get rid of them. I never question Mr. Waldbrand, he always asks me if I really want to do, and lets me access the Internet, so I see that the men I kill are insignificant to the world. He asked me one day if I bothered, but I didn't understand, why would I bother? Isn't that the way it should be?

Mr. Waldbrand told me to take it easy, it was this afternoon while we had lunch, we were at the marble table, he said they're going to start taping my face, picking up fingerprints and stuff, he bought fake hair and makeup for me, but I didn't like it. , I'm not going to waste my time fantaszing about someone else, I don't want to be another person, the other people are weird, today I was in the subway and saw a guy passing his hand on a woman, I didn't understand why she didn't react, but I'm not her , Mr. Waldbrand told me to take it easy, and I got it, nobody's going to record my face in the dark alley where I took it easy on the subway guy.

The day began very productive when I made two possibly Russian guys bleed to death, unfortunately the blood of one of them smeated my skates that Mr. Waldbrand just gave me. It was my 16-year-old gift in advance. I haven't met Mr. Waldbrand in over a week, when he sent a Valentine's Day card with his number and a love letter saying that I've been admiring the distance since I slept with the corpse of two drugged-up kids inside a shed. What can I say? I needed to sleep and it was raining a lot and the boys wouldn't leave me alone. As I was saying, I don't know much about Mr. Waldbrand, all I know is he's rich, and he doesn't like the Russians.