All is fair in love and war

Kirsten

I looked down at my mutilated younger brother, hyperventilating, No, what did I do! I can't be doing this! But it felt so good, the sound of ripping flesh, breathing in the scent of his blood, I must do it again.... No, this is wrong, I... This... How.... His warm blood, laced on my fingers, feels so nice... I... think I might... vomit... but, I vomited, the stench of bile and guts made me vomit more. I ran out the door and collapsed. The fresh night air was so.... nice. My vision blurred, and a deafening siren and blinding lights came near, and I passed out. The next thing I saw, was a bright light. The voices in my head, had gone away. I opened my eyes, and screamed at the top of my lungs. I was in a large padded room, with a straight jacket strapped tightly around me.
Minutes later there were two men that had come into the room. The first one looked at me with a nasty look, and said, "Little brat. Lucky you're too mentally disturbed to got to a normal prison. Yeah, you belong here with all of the other freaks." I closed my eyes, thinking to myself, this is the end of me. But... it doesn't have to be. "Just go away! Get out! I don't need you, just get out!" I started banging my head on the wall, "JUST GO!! LEAVE!!! I.... CAN'T..... TAKE IT!!!!" I put my head between my knees, and started crushing my skull. Then, they came. They wrenched my head out of my legs, and tied my legs together. I was carried into a room with another girl. They threw me onto the ground, and left, making sure the door was locked. I looked around the room, the walls were cement, and there was a carpeted floor. There was also a wooden bunk bed. I then looked at the tall girl, sitting in the corner, with her head down. She whipped around, and looked at me with wild eyes. There was a large piece of sharp cement in her mouth, and where her head was, her straight jacket was ripped. She crawled towards me at an alarmingly fast rate. "You're teeth..." She said fastly, "can rip through my jacket..." I looked at her, "Please..... help me...." I bent down, and with my teeth, I started ripping her jacket. Soon, she wriggled out, and was free. She looked at me, and wispered, "thanks. By the way, I'm Rory."

Hey wankers! It finally happened! I updated XD I hope you like it. This part is when, uh, Kirsten came to the asylum. Sooooo yeah. Mk, bye.