I've never used a gun in my entire life.
Even when I enlisted, they wouldn't let me shoot.
Because of my medical record.
I was considered dangerous.
Damn, they were right.
I suddenly raised the gun and fired at someone's head.
But it was my first time, and it hit his shoulder.
I looked at Michael, and he was surprised.
He looked at me and smiled.
"Damn, I didn't expect this," he said.
I told them, "Now it was the shoulder, and next it's the head."
"Go ahead, you bastards!"
And they started fighting.
And nobody won.
Of course, nobody touched their family.
They were corrupt enough to be afraid that whoever was in front of them could kill their mothers, sisters, wives, and children.
But Michael doesn't kill women.
The teacher.
She was human garbage.
His adoptive mother.
She was proof that not all mothers should be like her.
The aunt.
She was just a whore.
I'm justifying.
No. I'm just saying.
After all, no one will read my writings while I'm writing because my damn therapist said it keeps me from going insane.
What insane?
Is there no insane person in this world except me?
I've killed three men in the last two weeks.
The first time, I had nightmares, then I started getting used to the smell of blood.
Why do I have to write?
Should I stop?
Stop? No... I'll write quickly.
Killed in these two weeks.
Killed eight cameramen.
Four on the first day and four a week later.
Killed ten stalkers who were after Michael and ordered them to be placed in front of the courthouse.
I don't know how his men managed to do that.
Killed three of the men in the videos who were paying to enjoy abusing children.
Michael killed two of his employees because they were spying. Of course, the investigation ruled it suicide.
Things have improved a little at the company. The finance director did an inventory and made some improvements.
She was helpful despite hating me.
Ah. ...
I bought an apartment and had Michael move in with me.
Of course, he still lives with me.
I cook for him.
Damn it... I asked him why he doesn't cook.
He told me, "I'll give you the money, so cook with your mouth shut."
"Damn him! I'm the CEO of a company!"
What else?
Oh, Michael ranked fifth in his fourth year of medical school.
I couldn't believe it! The damn genius!
How did he find the time?
I ranked tenth and I was eating books!
Anyway, it was a busy two weeks.
Is that enough?
I'm going to sleep.