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People always ask why.
But that’s the wrong question.
Why implies reason. A thread of logic.
What they really want is a story to reassure themselves that monsters are made, not born.
That I was an accident.
A glitch. A fluke.

But what if I wasn’t?

You see, I didn’t start with blood. I started with silence.
Silence in the home, silence in the church, silence in the mirror.
A numb kind of invisibility that seeps into your marrow—until all you crave is presence. Warmth. Motion. Even if you have to carve it out yourself.

They said I was shy. Withdrawn. Quiet.
They never noticed the way I watched things breathe.
The way I studied the bones beneath a smile.
Not for violence.
For understanding. For control.

The first time… it was almost spiritual.
He was leaving. They always do. They always leave. Leave. Leave. always.
But I didn’t want him to leave.
So I kept him.
I silenced the chaos. Made him stay.

People call it evil.
But I call it suspension—a preservation of beauty at its peak.
I didn’t want their suffering. I wanted their stillness.
That perfect, glassy moment where they couldn’t leave me.

What’s more twisted—me, or a world that teaches you that love must be earned with obedience and silence?
I simply found my own currency.

You think you’d never do what I did.
But how many times have you fantasized about freezing someone in a moment?
Holding them right there—before they say goodbye?
Before they outgrow you?
Before they reject the thing that you are?

I just… took it farther.

I turned humans into relics.
Temples of flesh.
You call them victims. I called them anchors.

Some say I was sick. A broken mind with broken wiring.
But maybe I just saw the depravity in all of us, and didn’t shudder.

And that’s why you stare.
Not out of disgust—
But recognition.

Because deep down…
you know there’s a Dahmer in everyone,
if you reach down your throat and expose enough truth.