I m surrounded, each doorway covered by at least twenty men. And they re going to take me and throw me in prison. I ain t coming back again. When I was younger, handsomer and stronger, I felt like I could do anything. But all of these people making all these faces didn t seem like my kith and kin. Colin Kincaid from the twelfth grade, I guess you could say he was my best friend. He lived in a big tall house out on Westfall where we would hide when the rain rolled in. We went out one night and took a flashlight, out with these two girls Colin knew from Kenwood Christian. One was named Laurie, that s what the story said next week in the Guardian. And when I killed her it was so easy that I wanted to kill her again. I got down on both of my knees and .she ain t coming back again. Now, with all these cameras focused on my face, you d think they could see it through my skin. They re looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but evil don t look like anything.