Foster The People-Pumped Up Kicks
Alhamdulillah, my roommate is dead and I moved to an apartment in Bangsar South City. I got myself a gun just for safety reason; I know that the acid-splasher is everywhere in Bangsar. I hope that when the right time comes I can just shoot him on the head, blow the gun nozzle like a cowboy and flee. I know that I am able to do it--I have quick hands and have even roasted my annoying roommate at my old house and am still free. I really hope that this new city will do me good; I do not want to have to use this gun and kill another victim. Thank goodness I have found someplace new, away from Apartment Abdullah Hukum which is so freaking near to Mid Valley. Oh God! It is 5 o'clock in the morning and this conversation is getting boring. I guess I should go to bed soon before I pull this trigger and start the killing-spree again. To all the other kids with the pumped up kicks you better run faster than my bullet and outrun my gun if you see me okay? Assalamualaikum...
P/S: This is a short story; I have never killed anyone yet ;)