Mackenzie: An Assasin's tale snippet

I keep a pretty simple rule on writing. I only write it if its fun to write and interesting to read

“I lost Luke. After standing him up for our date, I coughed up a weak excuse that something came up for work. He didn’t buy it. He kept trying to press for more details. I didn’t know what else to do. I broke up with him. Yes, I’m in love with a boy.  A boy who would never understand. A boy who would, like any good normal person should, turn me over to the police. A boy I don’t want to drag into this world. My world, in the dark. Where monsters like me belong. Not kids like Luke (hell he’s only about a year younger but he feels like a kid by comparison).  After being dodgy about it for a while he’s stopped talking to me. In a way, I almost don’t notice. I should be crying now. That night when I killed Karl, I didn’t celebrate by drinking beers with Cinderella like Tom would. I’m not Tom. I went home and I cried. I cried until I had to write. Writing made the tears go away but not the pain. I cried for Karl, but also I cried for myself. I’m not innocent anymore. Shelley is wrong, there is a big difference between trying to kill yourself and successfully killing someone else. Luke feels like he is miles away from me even when we are talking face to face. He lives in the normal world. I used to. I don’t anymore. Maybe a small part of my heart is still in that normal world with him, but it’s hard to hold onto that as the rest of my soul succumbs to the evil that I am becoming.”