My best friend called me a psychopath and I killed him. His lifeless body on the ground made me realized I'm actually insane. Poor James; he never saw it coming. He wouldn't have stayed close to me if he saw the dagger in my left hand. I made sure it pierced his heart, and it did a fine job of keeping him quiet. I told him I killed Mary, but he didn't want to listen to the reasons I had. He kept muttering "psychopath", and all I wanted was to keep him shut. I'm gradually turning into a monster. If I could kill my best friend and girlfriend for stupid reasons, then I can kill anyone. But I am not letting that happen. This monster in me should die. So if you are reading this, it means I'm long dead. James is the sixth person I killed. Don't be too anxious to know the remaining victims, because that's the purpose of this letter. I'll be revealing my first murder here, but you will have to look for four other letters I wrote. The other killings are there. 
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I was once a born again Christian. In fact, I couldn't hurt a fly. My parents weren't very rich but we lived happily. I wasn't the only child - my elder brother and my younger sister were always there for me. We were the definition of a perfect family. Everything changed on new year's eve. I came back from church to meet a full house. Policemen surrounded our house and our maid was handcuffed. My parents and two siblings died of food poisoning, and it was very normal to suspect the maid. She was the only one alive when they got there. Patience had no reason to kill my family. We treated her like one of us, and we never made her cry or regret working for us. I was terrified, but I knew she wasn't the real killer. Mr. Badmus had threatened to wipe out my family one Sunday afternoon. My father promised to reveal his bad deeds if he didn't stop. He worked for the bad man once, but resigned when he noticed his ways aren't pure. He didn't reveal much to me, but my elder brother and mum knew best. 

"I will wipe out your family before you even think of doing that." Those were his exact words. He made sure we all heard him. My dad had calmed us down telling us he was only bluffing. I wish he was cautious; he wouldn't have died, and I wouldn't be writing this and thinking of commiting suicide.

Patience told me she didn't know how they got the food they ate when I visited her in the police cell. She said she didn't felt like eating, else she would have died too. And, she didn't find out where they got the food. The poor maid was sentenced to death by hanging, and the policemen refused to conduct more investigation even after telling them Mr. Badmus might be the murderer. 

Twentieth of January was the day I had my first kill. One sharp knife was the only thing I needed. I hid it in a polythene bag and placed it carefully in my back pocket. Mr. Badmus' mansion was trekkable and since I'm just a seventeen years old with a gentle face, nobody suspected anything. The gate man allowed me in without asking questions. They needed two house helps, and I applied for one. I spotted the commissioner of police and Mr. Badmus immediately I entered the compound. That was when I realized the police department did a good job of covering up his acts. They killed an innocent lady! Aren't they meant to protect us?

There was no way I would kill Mr. Badmus that day without getting caught. He had two other huge men as guards aside the corrupt policeman. I left the mansion and walked down to the next street. I knew it was the only route the commissioner of police would take. Few minutes later, I saw his car coming. It was a new car, and I could bet it was given to him by Mr. Badmus. I jumped right in front of him, and he had no choice than to stop. He recognized me immediately.

"Come inside, kid." He said. The smile on his face irritated me. He pointed a gun on my laps immediately I got in. He said he saw me at Mr. Badmus mansion and he knew I was up to something. Mr. Badmus had promised to give him a million naira if he brought me to him alive, and five hundred thousand naira if he killed me right there. My gentle face and small stature might have deceived him. He didn't care to see if I was up to anything. I had already removed the knife from my pocket, but I couldn't use it immediately since he was driving in full speed. He made use of the breaks when he got to the gate, then he looked at my direction. But it was too late for him. The knife was sharp enough to pierce through his forehead. I opened the door and ran.

The gate man had already opened the gate. He couldn't tell why I was running, so he didn't bother shouting or chasing after me. I stopped running when I was far away from the mansion. My right hand was covered in blood, so I placed both hands in my pockets. I wasn't scared when I saw a convoy of police cars heading to the direction I was coming from. I started liking the new me. 


*To be continued.*
*Watch out for "my second murder".*

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