Hey? Hi? I really have no idea how to begin. Okay, for a start, my name? Lily. Mother liked how it's a flower. So she named me that hoping I would be as beautiful as that. Well, definitely disappointed her on that note. I think she forgot how my body shape looks like already. Been covering up ever since the day I learnt how to clothe myself. Never liked showing my skin as much. Well Mother believes that I should act more like a girl. Well guess what?
No.
Anyways back to me. Hey hey! Me me. Listen to me. Okay so I can't really make friends honestly. They say I'm rude. Well...they are...not wrong. Shut up. I'm not entirely rude you know? I'm just, honest. When you wear something that doesn't fit you, it doesn't fit you. I'm not going to say "Oh darling you're beautiful!" No. It's disgusting at the thought of it.
I did have a little interst in something though. I love murder and the paranormal world. It is the absolute best. The thought of it makes me smile. I have no idea why. Favourite cases fond of many is the Lizzie Borden case. Absolutely awesome. Love that case. There are so many other awesome cases that I love but there's too many to list them now yea?
Basically, I'm not going to make you think that I'm that boring nerdy freak so no literature classes for you yes? Okay quick one. I'm now 25 years old. I'm old, I know shut up. I have never liked a boy. I swear I'm straight (except for Lizzie Olsen. Can you blame me though?). Anyways, I have finally moved away from my family. Hopefully they aren't to mad about that. Whoops. They always pissed me off. Every move I made was wrong but somehow they couldn't let me leave. I'm still a little confused as to why. Weirdos. Anyways, I did not just leave home. I left the stupid country. In short terms, I live in Australia now. Well, so called. Basically, my geography sucks. Also I absolutely hate the city so I ran far away. Yep far. I'm, uhh I have no idea where I am. So there is a small cabin that I built. I do have some cash with me. Enough for a month? More or less.
Well, I'm looking around me now. There is a cabin. Pretty looking cabin. I made it. I know I'm awesome. Well, I have a small plot of crops growing. A bike for easy travel of course with a caravan that I renovated, because of how awesome I am. Oh right. I do have more than a month money. Its in the van. For fuel. There is a petrol station up and about. I think? Here, WiFi is not available so no one can reach me. Yep awesome right? I do have a router I'm my caravan. Well, I used it a few times. Once was to text my family goodbye, the other was to watch the news to make sure I'm not "wanted". Yea my parents are worried. Could have lived in a nicer place than this. Honestly they made life worse for me. I had to run further away. The last sigh I saw before entering another forest was "welcome to Tasmania". Well? Tasmania. I'm in Tasmania or somewhere there.
I failed geography. Apologies. To those geography freaks out there? Find out where I am yourself. I am just as confused. Well, I can't say I have a horrible life. Not many people get to have a shelter, food and water either. So I pretty much enjoy it here. Filled with silence and quiet. No one to hassle me.
Well, there is another reason why I am "homeless". Okay, not homeless. Maybe just slightly homeless? Well anyways we will get to that reason in a tad bit.
As for my now survival, I am in hiding. Food is grown by me. Water is sometimes hard to get but there is a river that I stationed near to so I'm pretty good here. I prefer vegetables. Its easier to cook and get. Better than hunting. However I do go out to hunt. Most of my supplies are in the van. I am always on the move. The shelter I made will always have a top light for me to recognise it. Of course I only on it before leaving. A few of my shelters have been raided. That's why I decided to use a 7-7-7 rule. Seven minutes later, I will have to settle down. Seven hours later, food must be stocked. Seven days later, I will have to move out.
You want to know the truth? I admit that I have been beating around the bush for sometime now. I am in fact being hunted. Yes, hunted like an animal. People on the news see me as two things. One, a living god or a living savior. Two, a murderer. Well, I choose my victims very much carefully. I only take the lives to those who deserves it. I do use a mask sometimes but I decided not to already. It is a tad but cringe. I do not kill the innocent. That is my rule. The innocent, pregnant and the young. I follow these rules very closely.
No one knows my name. No one knows who I am. What can I say? I hide well. Pretty well. The investigators on this case, my case specifically, says that I am a victim of this "murderer". They have yet to realise I am the "murderer" they have been looking for. They have seen my work however. I like leaving the body for the victim's family. I know. I'm very kind. I murder with different techniques. Well, to reduce amount of patterns. I love exploring new ways. Previously, I killed a man. He raped at least five girls. Report only knew of 3 girls that he raped. Let's just say, my methods of finding things out is better than the government, or whoever else who works for them.
I killed him and proceeded to use claws from bear's corpse to open up his body. It made it seem like an animal killed him. It was hilarious. I proceeded to rip his eyes out. But that wasn't to kill. It was to get him to admit his disturbing acts. Worked pretty well I would say. I proceeded to throw him into the river for a quick wash and let his body float away. I even said goodbye. How sweet am I? I washed my hands and burned the tarp I tortured him on. Well, no traces left right? Well, that's all. That's me. I do not regret any actions after too. I love my job. Would not change a thing about my job.