Killer Life (Blurb)

This is just a random blurb I wrote for fun. (Note: Sorry, I'm not going to write an actual book)

Killer Life

I was raised a killer. I grew to love the sound of my victim's screaming in agony; begging for mercy, for a quick death. It was almost like music to my ears; like an addiction, a drug.  When I was little, people said that I was the reason my parents died. Having no one else to turn to, I believed them. I grew used to seeing people die by my hands and the crimson color of blood on my bare skin. This was until the day someone I cared about got involved. And from that day...I realized I wasn't used to it at all.

Author's Note

Hope you like this random blurb! Mind the errors.