"I guess I should start this by saying I wasn't always like this. I wasn't one of those kids who had a sick satisfaction for killing or gore. No, I was a normal kid...A normal kid that had everything taken from him," I began.
"Really, cause of the crime sense you seem to have a sick mind when it comes to these things," the profiler spoke, sitting across from me. A young woman with short cut brown hair and matching eyes dressed in a pantsuit
"Look, the people who paid for my services are the ones who asked for that. Did I enjoy seeing those bastards suffer? Who wouldn't, but I didn't get a hard-on from it," I replied
"Alright...Let's just start from the top, what's your name?" the detective spoke, opening my file.
"Simon...Simon Grimly,"
"Age?"
"18"
"Age when you first killed?"
"15"
"Fifteen...you know my son is fifteen...he still likes to play with Pokémon cards. What went wrong with you? What changed?"
"You have my record already," I sighed.
"Yes, but I want to hear you say it,"
"I lost everything...My family was broken because my father stood up to my mother, my brother was bullied for asking a girl out who had a secret boyfriend, my sister was pushed into a life she never wanted because of peer-pressure, my best friend, and the girl who played me like a fool."
"Your parents, let's start thier. What happened to them?"
...four and a half years ago
It was raining that day, I remember, because I had to run home because I forgot my umbrella. My siblings were staying late at school for afternoon activities.
After a twenty-minute run home, I got to the corner that turns into my neighborhood. That's when I saw it—the man who started it all. He was a well-dressed man in a white suit who had someone holding an umbrella for him. He was near the same age as my parents.
Anyway, I saw them talking. At this point, I was walking because I was out of breath, so I was watching the whole thing from a distance. The man who was laughing at talking to my parents had been inching closer to my mother...and...his hand had reached over and he...I think you can guess.
My father did not take that well, not at all. He pushed the man back who held his hands up as if he did nothing wrong. I had never seen my dad that angry until that day. Anyway, the man entered his car, but not before staring at my dad for a while.
Looking bad now, it was a look of anger and resentment, but it does not matter. The man left, and my parents went inside. When I got to the house, I heard them yelling. Well, mostly my father was pissed at the man for touching my mother.
Once I got there, they stopped yelling, and I didn't say anything because it was grown folks' business.
"And that was when he was hit by the car, right?"
"Yes"
Two days later, he was hit by a car. It was a bad accident. He had to go into emergency surgery, and the doctors did not think he would make it. You see, my father was the breadwinner of my family, so when he got into he accident, my mother struggled to pay all his bills and the hospital.
That's when he showed up at the hospital when I was with my mother to visit my dad. He said he heard about what happened on the news, and they said if my mother needed anything, just call him.
I guess that shock of it all made her forget what he did, so she thanked him and took his card. It was when he hugged her that I saw his face, the way he lusted over her.
Another week passed, and my mom started a new job as his assistant. It paid alot more than her previous job. Everything was fine at first, but then she started working more days, working later, and taking business trips.
As a young kid, I thought she was doing it all for dad, but in truth, she had enough money. She was just screwing him. Every day she would go in and they would just have fun while my dad lay dead, dieing in a hospital bed.
Soon enough, she stopped visiting my dad altogether. She barely came home; my eldest sister had to take care of us. What made it worse was when she brought him to the house. She actually brought him to the house, the man who put my father in that hospital bed.
That's when everything went downhill. My father died. He had been fighting for months to survive, but he could not hold on. It broke my siblings and me, but my mother was fine. She didn't even come to the funeral. A business trip, she said.
After that, she kept working for him until soon enough the man found someone else. My mother had become boring. The thrill of screwing a married woman after hospitalizing her husband was over...that sick fuck.
She left him high and dry. Well, my mother, instead of trying to get back into our lives, began exploring, traveling with her new funds, place to place, man to man. Soon, she became a woman I couldn't recognize. That wasn't my mother. It was a stranger who had become overcome by lust and self-indulgence.
"I see...Let's move on to your sister...she was the next one who had a downward spiral, right?"
My sister....Elizabeth was a brilliant, pretty girl, student body president, and team captain for the softball team. It was when my mother started showing up less and less. She began dating the captain of the baseball team. They seemed perfect for each other—the dream couple.
Well, it wasn't even close. The so-called perfect, nice, smart baseball captain was a drug addict. A heavy one too, and after my father passed, it didn't take much for him to convince her to start taking some light shrooms to help with the pain. At first, it just calmed her and helped her forget, but then he introduced stronger and more potent drugs until she was doing the hard stuff.
She lost her spot on the softball team and was kicked from the student body. With that, she kept hanging out with drug addicts more and more of the money that the woman left us. Soon, when she was out, it was too late for her to stop...she...she began sleeping with them—different drug dealers to get some for free to get her high.
It was three months later that I got the news that he had been found dead. She had overdosed in a back alley in nothing but her underwear and a dirty white t-shirt.
"That's a shame, a bright girl fallen to shame...what about your brother?"
Ah yes, my big brother Chris ...he was the one who promised he would always take care of me no matter what...and he did, he stayed. he tried to get Elizabeth help, help helped me get past father's death.
But he could only take so much stress, so when that girl came into his life, when she allowed him to smile again and be a better self, he fell for her. He had asked her to be his girlfriend.
She said yes...she said yes, and he was ecstatic. Soon, everyone in school knew that they were a thing.
That's when the rumors started, the lies. They spread rumors saying my brother was an abuser, that he hit his girlfriend. Soon enough, he tried to deal with it on his own, and that's when the girl's actual boyfriend showed up.
Beat my brother to an inch of his life. Every day after that was hell. I was bullied by the boy whose brother hit a woman, which isn't a good look. Once my brother was out of the hospital, he went to the roof of the school...he jumped.
And because of some twisted luck, he fell right in front of me as I was leaving. I saw the light fade from his eyes. I saw the way his bones bent in a way human bones were not meant to bend.
At the moment, I had lost everything: my family, my happiness, my emotions. I lost everything that was ever precious to me because of this scum.
That day I had died and been reborn, I wasn't Simon Grimly. I was Nobody. I had no family name. My name, which would never be spoken by the people I loved, did not matter.
I dropped out. I became reclusive. I lived off the money that was sent monthly. I was hurt for a while. But more than that, I was angry. My anger filled all of my thoughts. Anger towards the people who ruined my life. Killed my family. Killed me.
"So that when you started?"
"Yes, that day my hunt began...my hunt to kill all the scum,"