What the cops didn't know is I took something from the body. I figured if I take something I would never forget my buddy. The cops thought it was a buzzard that did it, but little did they know I had the eye in a jar below my bed. Every night I would lie in my bed and wait for my mom and dad to come tuck my in and tell me goodnight. After they leave I would get the jar out from under my bed and just look at it. I became obsessed with this eye. They say that the eyes are the window to the souls, it may sound crazy, and this eye was full of life. I could see a whole new world in this eye. Something that seem to have been lacking from my life, yet has been in hiding all this time. This eye started something in me that year, and I started studying the human eye in school. My parents and my teachers just thought it was me wanting to further my education, but I knew I wanted to know every part of the eye. Every night after my bath I would stare into the mirror looking at my own eye in hopes I would see my own soul.
A few months after I got the eye off the body in the woods I decided I would dissect it. It has been sitting in a jar of formaldehyde that I took from the science lab. I had to wait until my parents where gone for the night and my babysitter was down stairs watching TV. This gave me plenty of time to start my search for the human soul. After my babysitter put me to bed and went down stairs to talk to her boyfriend on the phone I got to work. Earlier that day I gathered my tools that I would need to do this. I got a pocket knife, a bowl, plate, trash bags, another jar, yellow cleaning gloves, magnifying glass, tweezers, and spoon. I had no clue what I was doing. I took notes from books and videos from the library. I had everything I needed to get started. I put the gloves on and placed the trash bag on the floor to protect it from any mess I would have created. I was ready, and I was scared. I didn't know what was going to happen. I picked up my pocket knife with my right hand and grabbed the eye with my left hand. I placed the eye on the plate and began cutting it in half. There was eye juice everywhere. It squirted out when I put my knife in it.
Some serial killers say that the first cut is like a drug. It gives you a nice body and mind high, but there is nothing like that first cut. I was young and I didn't know what I was doing, but cutting into that eye did something to me. It gave me something. I just can’t even begin to explain how I felt that first time. I spent the next couple hours looking at all the different parts of the eye, and still not finding the soul. I figured it could have been caused by the body not being fresh. That is my only explanation on why I couldn’t find it. I guess I had to find myself a fresher eye. Maybe something or someone that is alive when I get the eye. I was just a child, why would I even begin having thoughts like that? Was there something wrong with me? Or was this my calling in life?
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