Chapter 2: Life Is Trash. -pt2-

Life for me is simple. I don't go to school, I dropped out at 17. I'm rich for no reason so I have money to do whatever the fuck I want. My parents left me with everything after they died so here I am rich, alone and completely fine. Being alone is how I like it. I know more police that I do people my age. The station is my second home. Somehow, through all the crimes I've committed, I'm still not locked up. They don't know about the murders though. They can never know. I rarely go outside because whenever I do someone always feels the need to test me and I end up loosing my shit. I guess you could say I have anger issues but is it really my fault if people choose to test my patience? Patience I don't have.