Jeffrey Dahmer: A Short Story

I Jeffrey Dahmer just got of jail for sexual assaulting a minor a few weeks ago, but I did not let that stop me. I just committed my seventeenth murder today in Michigan; I could feel a smirk on my face. My victim was Tony Hughs he was a black man who was deaf and blind.
My goal is to kill as many as possible, for as long as I can. I never knew how much of a rush I could get from killing someone. I felt like I was finally good at something in life, and I was not constantly failing. However, it would not be too long and then the rush goes away. Then I am back to myself the one that always fails, and that leaves me constantly angry. I can feel the rage building up inside of me. That makes me have the erg to do it even more.
All of these ideas started when I was fourteen, and I never would have thought I would actually go through with it. It all started when my little brother was born. I
The other officer pulls out his handcuffs, reads my last rights, and put the handcuffs on. I blocked all of the noise out of my head. I knew the drill I have been arrested a few times before. I was a little sad that did not finish my task on Tracy, and I was not ready to stop murdering yet. I was caught because I made an unlucky mistake, not because my cleverness ran out. I was a failure in life, and as a serial killer. I felt humiliated.
The officer found all of the souvenirs I kept in my freezer, and the ones I had in acid. He picked it up with disgust on his face. Those were my prize positions the officer should be honored to see them, obviously, he was not. I did not understand why he did not appreciate them; it is all I had left from my victims.
The officer shoves me into the back of a cop car, and said to me “You have a lot of time to think about what you have