Love Kills

Torture

        I turn back to Cameron and summon a few more sharp objects; My dad's switchblade, the razor blades from the bathroom and pick up the sissors. One blade in each eye, in each hand and shove the sissors in his gut and twist slowly. I pushed each one deeper the more he screamed. I tortured him with the switch blade until the pain killed him.

        Turns out when Isabel hit the wall she landed on a rusty nail, It ruptured her spinal cord, she died. Before she broke out of her room she called the police.

        The police found me three hours later bathing in their blood, laughing like the maniac I am, crying at the same time because I killed them. Now I'm in the local loony bin, in a bright white squishy room wearing a straight jacket planning my great escape..............

        The only color in my room was the stream of blood from my nose, the blood tear trails and the black as night color that my hair had turned, Singing my little wackadoo song to keep company. "La la la la la, la la la la la la."