sneak preview?

I know I havent really told anyone, but I'm writing a book. Or atleast I'm trying to. One of the reasons I havent told anyone is because this isnt the first book I've started to write, but I surely hope that I will finish this one. I obviously never finished any of the other ones lol. And before anyone asks, no its not an autobiography, and its far far from finished. As I said, it might never even get finished. Anyway, I thought my faithful readers (i write that with sarcasm) should get a chance to get to read a short bit from what I've got so far. And sorry ladies, its not a romance, more like a thriller I would say.

Enjoy.

"My name is Henry Jonas. I'll be 35 years old tomorrow. Tomorrow I will also become a killer. My victim does not yet know what awaits him, he's still asleep from the drugs I gave him.

       I had my first experience with death when I was 8 years old. Me and some friends were playing in a small forest close to where we lived, when we found this local woman who had hung herself. While all the other kids ran off screaming and yelling, I just stood there. Watching her. It was almost as if I were hypnotized, I couldnt take my eyes off her. It was beautiful. The woman herself was not a beautiful sight, with her swollen blue face, eyes halfway popped out of her skull. But the scene itself, it was so quiet. There was no blood, just the woman hanging there in the tree, silent. Never again would she speak another word, never again would she laugh or cry. The whole thing was like poetry without words, like a rare piece of art. Later in my life I would understand that what I had seen that day was the ultimate sacrifice, the sacrifice of ones own life. But right then and there it was as if I felt a connection with this woman. I must have been standing there for atleast 15 minutes, it was as if time stood still. There was nothing else but me and her. Even today, almost 30 years later, I can still see her when I close my eyes. The sirens from the police cars woke me up from my mysterious daydream, and I somehow understood that I had to leave before they got there. The thought of having adults question me about this scared me alot more than the woman herself did. I didn't know her name, but in my mind I called her Jessica. She followed me through my childhood like a big sister. Jessica was always there, in the back of my head, ready to give me advice, ready to comfort me. I never had alot of friends when I grew up, I always kept to myself. But that was ok, I wasnt really intrested in friends anyway. They thought I was weird, I thought they were childish, even beeing a child myself. But I could always count on Jessica to be there for me."