Prologue

"Well its been three years now."

"Yeah, you think she's ready? I mean she was a wreck when she came in."

"True, but her mental state wasn't right."

"I still don't think its right."

I grimaced, you think people would have the decency to not talk about people behind their back especially when the person they're talking about can hear you. Yeah I have mental issues, but it was manslaughter. There was no real reason for me to be here and today I got out.

The two jail officers approached my jail cell.

"How are you feeling today, lass?" It was Shawn. He was the one that normally worked with me. He knew me pretty well or so he thought.

"Fine, I guess." I answered. They probably were expecting something like 'I'm really happy today.' or 'Wow, three years already.' because shock crossed their faces at the dullness in my voice.

The officers escorted me through the procedure. I had this weird feeling about it, though. Like I didn't belong here and that they should take me back to my cell.

"Alright, take care now." Shawn said. I thought that I would somewhat miss his short, spikey, blonde hair and his honey eyes, but it didn't really hit me.

I walked to the doors slowly, afraid of what the outside held, but when I reached them, I pushed them open and ran outside. It was beautiful. The way the brick, buildings peirced the sky, the way the cars raced over the cement street. Mitchellville was the best thing I had seen today or for the past three years.

Something amazing coursed through my body, it was adrenaline. I wondered what it was from, it couldn't possibly be from getting out of prison.

I decided to push the feeling from me and went to go get my cash out of my bank. Since I had no friends or relatives I had made sure that the money would stay safe while I was away.

'Why did I have to spend those three, long, undeserved years in jail?' I asked myself, while walking toward the bank, ' I didn't deserve to be their in jail to miss this.' My blood began to pound at the thought, adrenline taking over again. I began to run. The feeling was nice, better than anything I had ever felt. 'It's their fault I was in there.' I thought and ran faster, into a dark alley. 'They deserve to be punished.' I stopped suddenly, realizing what I had just said to myself. 'Do they?' I asked myself. I didn't think in my mind that they did, but in my heart their was something more than just right or wrong. It was a different feeling than the adrenaline, a feeling of hate.

"They do," I whispered, my mind had snapped and cruel thoughts began to swell, I thought of nothing but death.

"I'll cut them to pieces." I said, the wind blew my black, greasy hair around my pale face, my hands clenched into fists, my shrewd eyes, growing evil. "Oh I'll get my revenge, no matter how many I have to kill!"

I would no longer be nice, no longer be the old Margaret. I would cease the lives of those who were unfit. Change the world so that total choas and hate roamed free.

I smiled and let out a deep, menacing laugh.