Jess Burke
You wouldn’t understand
People want to know, I guess, what turns a cute young girl like me into something that I am today. The truth? Why I did it? It's because I like it. I don't expect people to understand what it's like. They have no idea. To hold someone's life in your hands. To be in control.
Ugh, I’m not sleeping, I guess that’s what happens to people who have the images that I have in my head, but I have no regret at all. Why should I? There is that one image that over powers all the rest. That instant when she realizes your power, and she looks at you and you look at her, and she pleads with her eyes. She begs for mercy, for her life. And you have a split second to decide: To save her, well that's great. You could give her life back, give her back to her family and friends, the people that love her. But to kill her... That's something different. To remove her from this earth, to take away the thing that’s most value above all: Her life. Now that's real power. None of these girls deserved their lives. Look at them! None of them appreciated what they had. They were the best. And that meant nothing to them. I've never been the best. Always smart, but never the smartest. Pretty, but never the prettiest. Talented, but never the most talented. But despite all this, I’ll always think I’m special. I thought there was something inside me, lurking within, that would make me great. I've never been satisfied with the idea of simply living my life, dieing, and being forgotten. That's just not me. I want to be remembered for my achievements. And I will be, won't I? Sure, people are disgusted by what I've done. Horrified, think I'm a monster. But I can guarantee that they’re not going to go home to their boring lives and just forget me. Oh no. I'm willing to bet I'll be on their minds for quite some time.
