Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

I honestly don’t get it. I rid the world of a few bad apples, and because of that I will reside in this prison for the rest of my natural life. I’m being looked at as a murderer, and the real monster’s names were kept out of the news. Well, I’ve decided to give those names today. They were James Sutton, Chad Michaels, Todd Garrett, Chase Alexander, Phillip Collins, Spencer Martin, Adam Roberts, Austin Pauly, Dylan Jacobson, Blake Beauford and Zachary Beauford. Judges, police chiefs, mayors, lawyers, Dr.’s, politicians and other high-ranking officials. They all had it coming. Every single one of these married men reached out to my fake account looking for a partner between the ages of ten and sixteen. Those grown ass men with grandchildren older than those ages were looking for sexual partners that could barely write their name. Their wives and children had no idea that their fathers and husbands could be a part of something so vile. The sick shit that they wanted these babies to do to them was stomach turning. They had to die.” Amalia said sweetly.

Im with her so far idk