Dead

Prolouge

A/N I'm going to try to write the prologue on my iPod since I don't have computer access at the moment so it will suck.

Prologue:

At the time I didn't regret my actions nor do I to this very day. My little 9 year old mind couldn't comprehend what happened that day.

I was coming home from school, it was a perfect day I had gotten a golden star from my teacher and I couldn't wait to tell mommy. As I walked to the porch and opened the door I yelled "mommy I'm home!"

No answer, weird. "Mommy,daddy!" I yelled still no answer I walked into my parents room and saw a sight that broke me, that turned me from the cheery 3rd grader to a psychopathic killer.

I saw my parents hearts ripped out of their chests and their head embedded in stakes like a sick version of vlad the Impalers victims. I didn't cry or call the police, I couldn't feel at that time I had so much pain that I needed to get rid of so I inflicted it on others.

By the end of the day I had killed 37 people and tortured every single person I killed. It took awhile, but I was finally arrested and sent to jail. I stayed there for three days until the police finally found my parents bodies, or what was left of them.

By then I had gotten some sanity back to at least cry, I didn't cry over the people I killed I laughed over them. I cried because I lost the two people I cared most about, had them gruesomely ripped away from me and that was how it started.

I was declared clinically insane and sent away to a insane asylum in Indiana. Where I would spend my time at.

This brings us to the present where I am sitting in my room, or what some people would call a stereotypical stark white room with pads lining every square inch of every surface in here. Now don't get me wrong but I am allowed small stuff like an iPod filled with the saddest songs ever created or my small tv with two channels, other than that I'm allowed nothing.

Except for the first day they gave me dull knives and a knife sharpener and you know what I did with the knifes?

I sharpened them.