In 1920, in a small town deep in the heart of London lived a boy, Albert Williams. He was not like any ordinary boy as he had to grow up with this terrible burden of his mother’s death. Well his ‘mothers murder’ should I quote. 

Alberts mother was stabbed in the chest, no one knew if she was murdered or if she committed suicide in anger of her husband cheating. His father Edward had cheated on his mother and ran across the world with the money from an air loom. 

Albert was put in a foster home from the age of 13. But he could never be the perfect child a family would want to adopt. He was this scruffy child who always says the wrong thing at the wrong time, well that’s what lady Marie says (the owner of the foster home.). Albert wasn’t this cute boy who would be apart of these rich familys. He had dark drown messy hair with these deep blue eyes and dirty checks. I guess he didn’t look that bad but he would have nighmeres and scream in his sleep. Every person who ever got close to adopting him he would say something stupid and blame them he for his mother’s death. 

Most nights in his nightmeres he would sleep walk and go down to the kitchen, get a knife and would stab his teadys. Lady Marie would have to put locks on his door and make sure he couldn’t get any sharp objects in his room. 

 18 years past and he never got adopted or had a perfect life any child would dream of. But just got kicked out of the foster home as all the children needed to be Evacuated, and Albert was no longer that insecure heartbroken child. 

Albert Williams was now homeless wandering the streets of London during the war. He was needed to fight as was every other man, but he was classed as mentally ill and traumatised after his trajec childhood. He just had to keep a low profile. Finding places to sleep in underground tunnels and bracking in to peoples bomb shelters. He would still have nightmeres and would wake up in random places.

After a few years he got therapy and decided not to morn no more over his mother’s death. He get a job and found a place to stay in a near by hostel. 

A little while goes on and he finds a detective and thinks it would be a good time in his life to get in contact with his father. The detective finds Edward in a matter of months. Albert goes to meet up with him.

‘Hi, you must be Albert?’

‘Yeah, I am. so your my father?!’ His voice softened. 

‘Well here I am. Look I heard what happened with your-’ 

Albert quickly interrupted, ‘I don’t want to be reminded anymore.’ 

‘Yes, sorry it was a bit thoughtless of me to bring up such a destressing time.’ 

Alberts eyes were tearful as he was reminded of that horrible night. That night when his mother died. This triggered so many memories and now all the therapy he had didn’t mean anything anymore. 

‘Why?’ Screamed Albert 

‘Excuse me?’ Edwards voice was still calm at this point but just confused as to what Albert meant. 

‘Why did you cheat on mother? Why did you run away? Why did you abandon us, why did you abandon me?’

‘I didn’t mean-’

‘You could have prevented her death! You killed her! You killed mother!’

‘No! Your mother wanted me gone, she didn’t want to see me ever again. Apparently I brought negative energy to the family. And I’m sorry that I stuck some memory’s. I knew it was a bad idea you coming here. Why did you get in contact with me anyway? What, just to have someone to blame for something that no one will confess to?’

‘You killed her! You killed her! You-’

‘Get out! Get out of my house! you are not welcome her ever again!’

‘No! Confess!’ 

‘Get out before I call the police!’

Albert didn’t know what to do he couldn’t go to prison it would be to rough for him. He had to get vengeance on his mother. The first thing he grabbed was the violin bow from the corner of the room. He quickly got it and pushed it against Edwards kneck until he had fully chocked him. Then Albert slowly releasted the bow from his kneck. Edwards lifeless body lay cold as ice and pail as snow on the floor. Albert sat there next to him for about 2 hours evaluating everything that has just happened. 

‘What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?’ 

The thoughts taunt his head until he runs. He ran out the house locked the door and just ran. Running, thinking, dying. 

Life is a puzzle that sometimes can’t be solved. 

 He ran for about 4 miles before he realised the concequences of what he had done. 

‘Ugggggg!!!’ 

He stopped, all the responsibility and regret weighed him down making him crash to his needs. Historically crying he felt overpowered. He had just taken away someone that held him back all his life. For some odd reason this feeling of his, was comforting and stopped all the tears of dread turn into tears of happiness, of joy, of vengeance. For once in his life he felt happy, accepted and free from the curse of life. 

Albert felt the need of doing it again to get the same satisfaction as before. But he needs to be careful and somehow clever, knowing if he was going to do it again then, he would be captured and taunted for being deranged and would be seen to have the same thoughts as a lunatic.

He wasn’t a lunatic he was far from that. Albert Henry Williams was the creation of a mass murderer, to go down in history books, to be taught in history lessons and the victims would be commenarated forever.