Along Came a Murderer

See You in Hell, Friend

My entire body was in pain. I stayed in my cell so I could heal more. I couldn't control my anger. All of my thoughts were focused on that guy who did this to me in the first place. That guy who beat me up, and the guy that tried to give me drugs.

I needed a plan. I can't just walk up to the guy and knock em' out. If I start a fight, I could get in trouble. I need to do this so that no one will see me coming.

I started planning out what I'd do, and how I'd do it. I forced myself to memorize how I'm going to pull this off. I will get away with this.

About 3 days of planning was worth it. I was ready to face him. The guards let me into the play room. I walked in and right away, there he was. Making his way towards me.

"Come for another beating, Cooper?" As much as I wanted to punch him, I resisted. He was asking for it. He wanted me to punch him. I clenched my fists. "I was just... coming in for something to eat."

He laughed and slapped the back of my head. If I hadn't come up with my plan, and I hadn't promised myself I wouldn't fail my mission, I would've snapped and killed him right then and there.

I made my way to the back area; the place were I killed the nurse and had a brawl with the inspector. And of course, he follows me in. Exactly what I'd planned.

I turned the lights off and hid in the corner with a large knife I stole from the kitchen. He walked in, and was confused right on spot. "Where did you go?"

He turned around to walk back out, but the door wouldn't open. "Huh? What's going on?" I start laughing. I turned on the lights and smiled.

"You know, the fun thing about coming back here? I can beat you up and almost kill you. Just so you can have a near-death experience. You know, kind of like what happened to me." I raised the knife, and he looked terrified. No one could hear us. No one could see us.

I ran over to him, and stabbed him in the chest. He fell to the floor, and I stabbed him more times than I could count. I lost count after 57.

He was barely alive at this point. He looked up at me and said, "I'll see you in hell, you dirty freak."

The last stab went into his heart. He then went completely silent and everything was shaking around me. This wasn't enough. I had to pretend like he was still alive. I punched him, I kicked him, I even strangled him. None of this satisfied me.

I remembered the drug guy. I need to kill him, too. But I was covered in blood. I can't walk out like this. The guards would seriously kill me. So I hid his body in the freezer and cleaned up the mess. Almost as if nothing happened. Unless someone finds the body in the freezer.

I walked out and looked around for that drug guy. I hadn't planned anything for him. Where would he even be, anyway? He's not in here. Could he be in the bathroom selling drugs to people?

It then hit me. I could get my revenge for what they both did to me. An evil smile spread across my face. I walked into the bathroom across the hall, and there he was, talking to some extremely thin man.

I walked over to the drug guy. "Hey punk!" He froze in fear. "O-oh. Alice. I.... I wasn't, uh... Expecting you here...."

I shoved him to the ground. "I'm gonna kill you for what happened to me, you little punk!" I took the knife out of my pocket and raised it over my head.

He put his hands up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on, man! I can make it up to you! I promise!" I grabbed the collar on his shirt. "That's not gonna be good enough! I'm gonna kill you, you dirt bag!"

Something came across me while I stabbed him. The memory of me killing that man on the bus. Everything I have done. The people I've killed. I backed away, and dropped to the floor in the corner. I wrapped my arms around myself and started shaking. All of the men in the bathroom, terrified and staring at me.

I looked up at them. "Stop looking at me!!!" A guard walked in, and noticed the bloody body on the floor. He looked over at me, freaking out about the disaster I've put myself in. He grabbed me and carried me out of the bathroom, put me in a straitjacket, and threw me in my cell.

I started having a nervous breakdown. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to kill anyone! I don't know what's wrong with me!"

I've killed those punks who almost killed me. I'm not satisfied. I feel like I've completely lost my mind. Why can't I just be the person I used to be? This whole crazy thing was only a stage act. Now I'm actually crazy. I've honestly lost count of how many people I've killed.