Logan had watched as a young teen was struggling for air.
Logan had started to smother her tighter and tighter as the minutes went by.

He wasn’t so much of a psycho just a man who has the addiction of seeing the life of someone being wiped away in the matter of minutes.

Logan knows he will soon be caught he isn’t the neatest killer on this planet nor does he want to be.

No one really can understand the shy man, for they would be too afraid of what rots in Logan’s mind.

As the night had started to slip so did the girl.
Sweat was starting to beat down his face some of it went into his eyes stinging him but didn’t dare to loose the grip on the girl.

When the girl had finally died, he went around her room for something to keep as a trophy.
He had about twenty different trophy’s all lined up in his room.

Logan did not dare to sleep anymore; he sat in his blue lighted room and looked at his entire trophy’s.
He never thought of himself as a psycho just a man with an addiction. That needs a fix every night.