I'm not going to tell you my real name. But, I will tell you my nicknames. My friends call me Chord. The media calls me the Musical Killer. Sounds weird, right? Musical Killer? Does he kill musicals? No. Does he kill people with music? Sorta. How? Long story. But, I'm supposed to write my story in a Blog, right? Okay. Here goes nothing.
I first killed someone at the age of 14. Killing someone at 14 years old is pretty big, I guess. I was just fed up with this fucking douche. First of all, he wore his pants down to his knees. All the time. And guess what. All the popular girls liked him for it. Fuck him, fuck the broads. He always skipped 7th period by going into the third stall in the boy's bathroom. I met him there just in time, pointed my father's revolver in his confused face, and pulled the trigger. 14 isn't a good age you should start killing people, kids. I wasn't ready to see this wanna-be gangster's brains splatter all over the piss covered bathroom wall. I wasn't ready, and I broke down. I sat crying on a toilet, locked in a stall. I heard loud voices, but my head was throbbing and couldn't make sense of them. I killed someone. I couldn't live with that. I raised the gun to my temple. BANG.
