"September 19, 2020. USA. My name is Zimi Porey, I am 25 years old, a kind, proper girl with blond hair and with a good family. I didn't have a job, but I was looking for a job and lived with my parents at the moment.

I once had a beloved little sister Claire, she was twelve years old, a pretty little girl with blond hair braided into two cute little ponytails like mine. My little sister was blue eyed with freckles on her cheeks, Claire was dressed in a black hoodie and blue jeans with sneakers, she was nice and very perky, but wish she had been obedient, perky and rude. I loved her very much, she was a substitute for the friends I never had and never had. Claire and I, with our parents Jimmy and Lucy Porey, live in New Jersey. I graduated from college not long ago and went straight to university, I didn't feel comfortable there, I felt totally miserable, I didn't talk to anyone from my classmates or from the whole university. Despite the cheerful faces of the students, but still they have only vulgarity on their minds, like normal teenagers, and talk very lousy, rude. Tested by me. "

" The next week I met Ian, he was a classmate of Claire's, they were in the same place in sixth grade. The kid was cute and handsome at first glance, red hair, green-eyed, and dressed in a variety of ways. My little sister told me that Jan was new to the class and very shy, and he was the first one to meet her, they got along very well. I was very happy that my sister had a friend, because she wasn't friends with anyone except me, I was always jealous. "

"After three days I had strange feelings, I wanted something, but I didn't know what. I was also hurt that Claire spent all three days with Jan and not with me, I was not mad at them, I've always been a loser... "

"I'm going to be late for school today, I have a test and I hope I get it done and don't call me for nothing, Zimi, please. - That's what my sister told me when she was going to school, but she forgot to bring her phone with her. It was my day off at the university, so I was helping my parents all day. "

"It was 10:19 p.m. on the clock, my parents were getting worried about Claire, why so late? It's almost bedtime. My dad started looking for Claire wherever possible, in the park, in the woods, in the field, at the stadium. My mother sat in the kitchen and I calmed her down, she couldn't be bothered, she had a heart condition. My dad called me at 00:55 and told me that he found Claire at the stadium all mangled, she was unconscious and now Claire was in the hospital and he was on his way home. I was shocked and tears were rolling down my eyes and I was nervous about my sister. - Dad...on his way home?"-Mom asked with a pitying face-"Did he find her?" she continued. I didn't know what to say so my mom wouldn't get hysterical, I just nodded. "

"I couldn't sleep at night, I was thinking about my little sister, the door was closed in the kitchen, my parents were alone talking about something. I nervously picked up Claire's phone, it was at home, I just wanted to see who she was hanging out with and if she had any friendly pictures. I so wanted to see her selfies, to at least get excited looking at the happy faces in the pictures. When I turned on my phone, there was watsap with correspondence, I never read other people's correspondence, but I was wondering what was Claire's relationship with Jan. After reading the last conversation yesterday, I did not like it, what I read immediately realized that real friends do not exist ... "

"In the morning, when I was going to university, I noticed that Dad was sitting alone in the kitchen drinking, he had tears on his cheeks. -What happened? And where's Mom?" I asked, and after a minute he rudely replied that I'm late for class. "

"After school, I walked past the school where Claire went to school, and when I turned around, I hid behind a tree near the white, iron school gate. I heard Jan hysterically asking his friend to help him: "S-listen, I... accidentally hit Claire in the head three times with a brick... I don't know how to explain..." Will interrupted Jan: "How can it be accidental?! Tell me why and how?" After we talked, my heart started to pound slowly, stopping and stopping, and my eyes were watering. In place of being in school Ian made a mess, I do not like those who skip classes. "

"When I got home, my father wasn't home. After an hour, I sat in a chair looking at the floor and staggered a little. I just did not know what to do from such news and could not believe that my little sister was gone forever, my soul was very sick. I began to tear my hair, though it was painful, but I could not cry but my eyes were tearing, tearing away the root of my hair with difficulty, blood from the middle of his head poured on my face. I knew I could never get my sister back..."

"After sitting on the chair suffering for a while, I took Claire's phone with trembling hands, with the help of the Internet and Jan's phone number I tracked down where he lived. I wrote some messages on Watsapu to this guy, I took a big knife from the kitchen and I put it to the hot radiator. I freaked out, I wanted to physically hurt myself, when the sharp part of the knife got hot I cut my right corner of my mouth all the way to my ear in front of the mirror in the kitchen, I was holding out to keep from screaming...but it did not hurt much, the strong pain was almost not felt because the tip of the knife was hot. I also made a big, deep scar on my forehead, bleeding from it. I wanted Jan to know that I was strong and had suffered a lot because of my sister by making myself physically hurt from the suffering. I bleached my face with cucumber juice the wound too, it relieved the pain and made my face beautiful from the pigment spots. Why did I do all this...?"

"There were my mother's clothes on the dressing gown, a black short dress with a white collar and long sleeves, and there were black high-heeled shoes on the dressing gown. I didn't think twice about changing my clothes and put a blue sweatshirt on top, I didn't have time to think about what to wear, because I really wanted to kill one scum. I brought a big knife and a bottle of acid. "

"Jan's parents weren't home, celebrating the birthday of a friend they'd gone to school with as kids. The boy was excited to finally be home alone, at least once in his twelve years. But Jan had no plans, he changed his clothes and went to bed, he tried to forget what I had written to him on Watsapu. After Jan heard a knock on the bedroom window, Jan lived in a private house and the windows of the house were categorically not plastic, they can break, he did not think about it. The knocking on the window I intensified and intensified, intending to break it. Jan jumped out of bed right after the loudest sound and ran to the window, he opened the curtains. I stopped knocking on the window after that, the kid must not have seen me completely since it was dark outside. All he saw must have been the slightly pale color of my face and the natural cut on the right side of my mouth, the blood on my face, the swollen eyes and the long hair braided into two low ponytails. Some strands of my hair in the ponytails were blue, you couldn't see it in the dark.

Ian was surprised, and I waved my hand at him. Ian didn't understand or think anything. "

"I made a final blow with all my strength and broke the window in one blow. The shards of all the glass hit Jan's face and cut his whole face, his whole face was deeply scarred, one of the glass shards hit the boy in the eye. He fell to his knees and grabbed his face, he was in unbearable pain

-AAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!-the boy cried.

I got in the window with a povor knife.... immediately started hitting Jan with it everywhere, there were a lot of stabbing..."

"I threw Jan down, holding him and stabbing him.

- STOP!!!" the victim cried out.

The stabbing was over and over again, then in the shoulder, then in the stomach, then in the chest. When the guy fell silent, I gouged out the breathless body's eyes and cut off his tongue. Then I opened the bottle of acid and poured it all over Jan's body, my whole face and all my clothes were bloody. I cut the boy's throat and wrote on his forehead with his own blood, "Why haven't you been to school? I crawled out of the house through the broken window of Jan's room, it was deserted outside, I didn't dare to go home, because I didn't need him anymore. Where I could go was only to the local abandoned factory or an abandoned asylum. I won't say much and describe my life from beginning to end, for I am on the path of a murderer. "