Does Madness Exist?

Chapter 1 - insanity

The scars... The pain... Those memories.... I couldn't do it.. He was my brother.. I-...but mommy always said I was pretty .... Shouldn't I make everybody else pretty?-~

The moon on this sad snowy night glistened my pale skin making me glow as if a spot light had got me. The blood of that night, I killed my mother and father and almost my little brother... The scars hurt sometimes, and can only be healed with more bloodshed.
The bloodied in my hands and crimson stained hoodie, my smile never seeming to disappear... That's the way I like it .. Alone and surrounded by nothing but dead corpses of people. I laughed histarcally at my sight of the red that stains the snow as I walk along. "But I did do it...i-i did kill my brother and..I just want him back.
The snow is cold as I walked the little drifts of snow slid across the street. "This world..and it's people..they all deserve ..to go to sleep.." I thought. I stopped and soon herd sirens off in the distance. I started running as fast as I could towards the nearest place I could find shelter. The sound of the sirens gained closer in range, and distance. I ran until I found a small house in the distance. I busted the door open and ran in and closing the door making sure to lock it. I ducked down as the cars sped past the house. "Hmph, idiots" I retorted. I stood up to find that the house was occupied, it seemed women was sleeping on a couch in the middle of the living room and hadn't woken up startled from me barging in." Oh she's be nice to cut up" I thought walking over to this sleeping women. My crimson covered hands stroked her silk-like Burnett hair; she look quit like a teen though. "Well you'll look pretty when I'm done with you" I cackled grabbing a handful of the women's hair and dragged her to the floor as she woke up startled, her first reactions where to thrash in my grip. I threw her across the room as she hit a the corner of the island in the middle of the kitchen and arching her back in pain.
I ran over and held her down with my foot as she winced. "Wh-who are you!?" she got out. I bent down and laughed insanely " me.. She's talking to me..! I'm so homered to be talking to a mear human..No I shouldn't be happy.. You people despise me you filthy HUMANS!" I shouted holding my knife close to my chest. The women started to cry shaking for her life. " oh hush now..I just want you to go...to sleep" I stabbed my knife through her skull, the smell of harsh iron filled my senses and bright crimson gushed from her head.
The sound of bone cracking filled my ears. This was the lovely smell and sound that I just adored to hear. The blood splattered into my face. I pulled out my knife and stabbed down repeatedly, after- pulling it out once more and flipping the women over. I started to stab in random places, bored and wanting nothing more than to destroy this body.. I went down to stab her face again then paused and dropped the knife. I looked in horror I saw my brother there instead of the dead and distorted women. I furiously scooted back hitting my spine on the dresser and books falling down hitting me upon the head. " ah..ow.." I sounded as I looked back up and the women laying there again, and I sighed. I stood walking over and picking up the sharp blade, the blood dripping from my killers tool and staining the hardwood floors with Its beckoning red. I still blame myself for my brothers death, and now I'm starting to see him instead of my victims. I've completely lost my mind..
I pulled the door open and stepped out to leave..my work was done...I had made someone absolutely beautiful.
I walked slowly in the snow, the red dripping from my weapon of choice, staining the snow and making a trail of were I was headed .
I make then so pretty...they all deserve to be pretty...