Beautifully Insane

CHAPTER ONE

The scenery had been nothing but desert for awhile. The vast red dirt stretched on for miles before it changed to luscious green foliage of the west coast. Soon it turned to white sand and blue water under the beating sun. Lilie Berrycot sat in the back seat of her parents Suburban rolling down the interstate heading into Los Angeles.

Lilie's parents had dragged her from her small town in Louisiana to one of the biggest city's in the United States to start over fresh from all the shit Lilie had caused. Her parents didn't want to be reminded of anything that she had done over a course of a few days and it only took a few weeks to get their life moved half way across the country.

Her parents were cowards she decided they just didn't want to be judged by the country club that they attended. They said it was for her benefit but her parents were just running from the truth. They had been respected in the community and Lilie had ruined that. Her mother's clients started to dwindle and cancel appointments within that some week before they decided to move. Her father wasn't trusted either in his practice as an accountant.

They blamed Lilie and they were running from what they thought would remind them of the incident when they ran away with the only reminder.

They car pulled into a long inclined driveway to be posted outside a three car stone car port next to this giant house into the hill. We parked next to the moving truck and entered through the two giant mahogany doors. In front of those doors was a wooden carpeted stairs case that wound up against the right wall. There were two arch ways flanking the foyer. One lead to a modern kitchen, the other into a living room with a stone fireplace on the side wall the room was covered in a mural of wilderness and fey creatures. There was a door by the fireplace that led into a library full of old books, it looked like the previous owners left them behind.

There was a hallway next to the stairs and on the right under the stairs was an office that Lilie guessed her mother would use for patients, as she was planning to do theropy from home. At the very end of the hall was a laundry room.

She walked up the stairs and found there was a hallway that you couldn't see when you enter the house. There was a total of four doors facing the stairs. She checked them the one at the right end of the hall was the master bedroom. Two in the middle was the master bathroom that was connected to the room. The other was another that was not connected to the room on the far left. She assumed that would be her room. The walls were a dark hunter green with one window under the slanted ceiling on the left wall next to a closet. There was another window on the far wall that over looked the wilderness, oit the backside of the hill. She left the room and saw a door across the hall from hers. She opened it and found a dark corridor.

She could see the make out of a door at the end. The door grew closer and closer as if calling her to it, what was behind that door she had to know. "Lilie darling," she snapped out of it when she heard her mother call her name. "Come get these boxes of yours while the men bring up your bed and dresser.

She closed the door and grabbed as many boxes as she could and hauled them to her room.

"I prepare for the liberal war. I'm steady. I know the secret. I know what's coming and i know no one can stop me including myself. The people i kill i like them. Some of them they do beg for their lives. I don't feel sadness or remorse. I don't feel a single thing. It's a vulgar world we live in. It's a vulgar God damn helpless world and honestly i feel like I'm saving them and taking them away from all the shit, and the piss, and vomit that run through the streets. I'm going to take them somewhere clean and beautiful. And there something about that blood man, i bathe in it, drown almost. And native Americans believed that blood holds the evil spirits and once a month in rituals they would cut them selves to let the spirit go free. Now there's something brilliant about that, very brilliant. I like that. You Think I'm crazy? The world is an obscene place. It's a filthy God damn horror show. There so much suffering and pain, you know? There just so much."