The Derange Thoughts Of A Killer:

After all these years of trying to fit into society's mold of 'normalcy', it feels good to finally “let loose and be myself”. Now I see myself as I truly am, but more importantly, the world sees me as I truly am. A god, dishing out life and death, indiscriminately.

Though The eyes of a Child:

BANG!BANG!BANG! The shots rang out like thunder, echoing though the halls of Pine Tree Elementary. Paralyzed with fear, I could neither think nor move. My young mind could not comprehend the evil that had befallen us. My teacher, and fellow classmates, laid motionless in a pool of crimson red, staining the once sky blue carpet; I alone, remained standing.

The mad man turned his gaze upon me, his eyes showed no signs of guilt or remorse, but glisten with hateful rage. At that moment, he was more beast then man. I was just a child, young and naive to the ways of the world. Yet, as the crazed man raised his gun, I knew about loss. All that I was, everything that I could be, or would have been, was at an end.

The After Math:

In the weeks that followed, the world tried to make sense of what had happen. Perhaps as a way to bring some sense of order back into an otherwise chaotic universe. Some politicians used the event to push their gun control agendas, some blamed the violence in today's entertainment, but everyone was asking the same question; Why? Why would anyone commit such evil? Perhaps there is no answer, and if so, what answer could possibly be given that would satisfy? What words could bring comfort and joy back into the lives of the bereaved? Can answers breath life back into the dead?