Status: this is the first of many writing projects i will be completing
Confessions of a first time killer
dead weight is the worst weight to carry.
he had been driving, for a few hours, before he came along to his destination. the Scrap Yard. he knew how easy it was to get away with the murder if he stuffed the corpse in a car that was scheduled for complete destruction. as long as he could pry one of the trunks open and put the decomposing body inside, he would be in the clear.
now jaccob faced a new problem. "how the fuck do I get in there?" the only way he could even get into the yard, was by unlocking the gate. but the only person who had a key to unlock the gate, was mike, the owner of the yard.
"wait.." his eyes went to the hedge trimmer in his backseat.
"could I....possibly?..it might just work." he concluded.
Rushing, he snatched the clippers from his pack seat, and attempted to cut the thick chain. he glanced at his watch; 5:46 am. he had to hurry, fore in only a half an hour he would be caught in the act. there would be questions. questions he couldn't avoid. to his suspicions, the chain wouldn't even crack.
"god damn it!!" he muttered to himself. He knew he would have to trudge through with the body on his back.
now jaccob faced a new problem. "how the fuck do I get in there?" the only way he could even get into the yard, was by unlocking the gate. but the only person who had a key to unlock the gate, was mike, the owner of the yard.
"wait.." his eyes went to the hedge trimmer in his backseat.
"could I....possibly?..it might just work." he concluded.
Rushing, he snatched the clippers from his pack seat, and attempted to cut the thick chain. he glanced at his watch; 5:46 am. he had to hurry, fore in only a half an hour he would be caught in the act. there would be questions. questions he couldn't avoid. to his suspicions, the chain wouldn't even crack.
"god damn it!!" he muttered to himself. He knew he would have to trudge through with the body on his back.