How could one person bleed so much? The blood drenched bag seeped at a touch. How could I hide the blood inside my trunk? That stupid kid was such a punk.
I couldn't make the body look like a suicide. I had already shot him six times after he died. The gun I was able to get rid of in the lake. But the decision about the body I could not make.
Where could I hide it that no one would find? How could I get the whole thing out of my mind? I'll burn his flesh but what about the bones? Why am I still hearing is horrible moans?
What in the world got into me? What is this monster I have come to be? There was no motive I just wanted some fun. He was walking by, and I had a gun.
I'm busted, through and will be on death row. Why wait till then, I might as well go. The last thing through my mind was a piece of led. Now for no reason, two people are dead.