Dont you hear me?

Screaming at the top of my lungs?

I started with a lie.

And now my friend has a truth that will reveal my lie and destroy me.

What do you do when you lay awake at night with the feeling of guilt eating away at your stomach?

I'm screaming. Oh, no. I'm begging.

I want to be realeased from this pain and hate.

Bree,

Cynthia,

Angiei.

I dont know which one is real and which two aren't.

Everyone close to me leaves.

I rock back and forth on my kitchen floor with a knife between my fingers singing that old Green Day tune.

No body likes you,

everyone left you.

Their all out without you.

Have.

Ing.

Fun.

I wanted to have fun with them.

But no.

Im too sensitve and slightly homicidal.

I laughed.

Icontinued to giggle as I looked down at the knife.

The bloody remains of my family and friend lay on the knife while blood dropped down the point and on to my hands and fingers before continuing its path on the whit tile floors.

I looked at the bodies strewn across the room.

I laughed still at my parents, dearest parents, a drunk at a pushover.

So easily forgotten I was.

Yet somehow I couldn't erAse their memories from my head.

My sister, so blonde and blue eyed.

The perfect daughter.

I sighed and watched as their blood pooled on the floor and ran to my dear friend, Casey.

All of the bodies were different.

Except, now they all had the same cut up stomachs and stab wounds to the chest.

I sat up and picked up the phone. I quickly dialed 9-1-1.

                                         "Hello? A homicidal maniac just killed my parents, sister, and best friend." I smiled and gave them my address.

After I hung up, I sat back down and waited to be taken away to the one place I would be looked after.