I have to. I need to. Just plunging the knife into their hearts and faces, watching as their eyes roll closed for the final time is the most satisfying feeling. Their bodies going limp and their skin pale. I’m normal. This is normal. Everyone has something that makes them feel on top of the world. I’m a saint compared to others. I don’t leave them to rot. I don’t leave them to torture for days. I stab them and they’re left in peace forever.