I am a murderer. And this, is my story...
I ran. I ran from the screaming of the boy.
I looked back as his father found him dead in the road. Scarlet blood oozing out of the wound in his stomach, into the snow-filled grate.
I couldn't help it.
He really pissed me off. Always trying to be perfect, the complete opposite of me. I have never once got an A in school, let alone a B.
Charlie Gone was everything I wasn't, smart, handsome and funny, before I murdered him.
My name is Tom and I am the murderer of Backstreet Village...