April, 1949

06:29am

I remember watching blood trail behind me as someone dragged my body through the snow. It was the day I lost my arm.

I don't remember how I lost it or where I was, but I remember feeling terrified. I remember thinking that I was going to die.

I was scared to lose my life.

Now, I take lives. I kill. I don't want to, but I have no choice. There is a monster inside of me that has full control over my body. He feels nothing; he loves nothing.

I don't remember what it feels like to love someone. Perhaps I never did.