I can still see them. That family. The horrid scene has been etched into my mind's eye, so whenever I close my physical eyes all I ever see is that wretched scene. It haunts me in my sleep.
How can anyone be so cruel as to kill, no torture a family to death? Those sick bastards. I doubt there was only one person who committed the crime. It seems like a group of people work together. I wonder if the police have gotten involved yet.
About where I am at; I am at some town of some sorts. It is unimportant. People have been giving me looks whenever I walk pass them. I see older teenage girls pointing at me and whispering to each other. I heard one saying how awful I smell and how I must be one of those street sluts. I wanted to slam my backpack into her face. I wanted to see her face on the ground, bloodied. Trust me, but instead I ignored her and continued walking. This isn't the first time I heard comments like these. I was even thought to be some drug addict. People.
I really need to find a place to clean myself up. It's a lot easier to steal food when you're clean. If you're dirty and such, people assume that you are there to steal. Remember audience, cleanliness/beauty equals goodness, while dirtiness/ugliness equals evilness.
I hope that the next house I find doesn't have dead people in it. In fact, I rather it to be vacant, except for food. I'm hungry.
Geez, the library is going to close soon. At least I got to charge my laptop.