I'm surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And they're going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain't coming back again. When I was younger, handsomer and stronger, I felt like I could do
anything. But all of these
people making all these faces
didn't seem like my kith and kin. Colin Kincaid from the
twelfth grade, I guess you
could say he was my best
friend. He lived in a big tall house out on Westfall
where we would hide when the rain rolled in. We went out
one night and took a
flashlight, out with these
two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian. One was
named Laurie, that's what the story said next week in the Guardian. And when I killed her it was so easy that I wanted to kill her again. I got down on both of my knees and….she ain't coming back again. Now, with all these cameras focused on my face, you'd think they could see it through my skin. They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but evil don't look like any