Shallow. I looked down at the shallow lake. I could slightly see my face. Im hated my face, it reminded me to much of my mother that had passed 12 years ago. My mom always loved words. ESPECIALLY shallow. She said it described her life, though she never told me how.

Hidden. I sneaked into the quiet mansion unseen. 2 years after my mother had passed I’ve considered myself as a…murderer. It was hard to say unseen. I didn’t know how my mother would think of this or even more so…want this for me. I tried my best to stop but I never could.

Guilty. I’d finally been caught. In the time frame of my mass murders…I’ve killed 200. I was very guilty of myself and knew my mother would be to. I didn’t understand why I did so. I wanted to be so sorry for those mothers, fathers, sisters and more but I couldn’t. I was sentenced 23 years. In the middle of the last year, I was dimmed to my rest.