ZACHARY'S POV
The crispy sound of dry leaves crushing against my bare feet erupted, breaking the suffocating silence. Sun is settling down while leaving behind the darkness. I leaned more into chair of my backyard and lit up the cigarette after bringing it in between my lips. I blew out a sufficient amount of smoke which served a little relief by making my senses blur for a moment.
Heartless monster, Cruel bastard, cold blooded murder, pathetic excuse for a human, sick animal, tainted criminal, disgusting piece of s**t, low life, unlovable f*cking crap...
All my life I've had heard something like this. It was always simple, I took the life of their loved one and they would scream curses for me to rot in hell.
But little did they knew that I am already in love with living in the hell.
