"Honestly? That was the best idea you had?"
"Shut up." She said. She was sitting on the floor, her head on her knees. "What do you know?"
"Oh sweetheart, don't listen to her."
"Don't listen to me? Without me you'd be dead, Alexandria!"
"He wasn't going to hurt me!" Alexandria screamed.
"And yet you hurt him."
She stared at the voice. It belonged to a girl in a black dress, sitting on the floor.
"Be quiet, Penelope." This one belonged to a girl in pink, standing right next to Alexandria. The voice's hand rested on her shoulder. "It's okay. Mistakes happen."
"Olivia, you're so naive." Penelope stood up now.
Alexandria looked up now, still sitting. "Why did you make me do that?"
Penelope's laughter came now, resembling that of a witch. "I didn't make you do anything. That was all you. You killed him, and you liked it."
"Sweetie, don't listen to her." Olivia smoothed out her pink dress as she sat down, her legs criss-crossed next to Alexandria. "It was an accident. You didn't mean to."
"Accident?" PLEASE, Alexandria, you stabbed him like a million times!" Penelope came and sat next to her too, her red hair tickling Alexandria's shoulder.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't want to." Alexandria said, standing up from the white floor. Her eyes were red and puffy; her cheeks tear stained.
"I'm with Penelope." A new voice came from a different girl standing in the corner, picking at her nails. "You enjoyed it."
"Oh hush it." Alexandria whipped around and saw yet another girl, this time right behind her, twirling her hair. "It was all an accident. Kill or be killed, right? "
Before Alexandria had time to agree, a boy's voice came from the back of the room. "Kill or be killed?" He scoffed as he came closer. "You just wanted to feel powerful."
"No." Alexandria started backing away from the boy, fresh tears coming. "No, you're wrong. It was an accident." She received a sympathetic nod from a girl, and a snarl from another.
"No it wasn't!" The boy suddenly snapped, walking faster towards her. "You wanted to kill him! You enjoyed it! Stop lying!"
Alexandria tripped and fell backwards, someone else caught her. "Don't listen to him." Another boy. "He's just trying to make you feel guilty." The newly arrived boy stood her up on her feet.
"That's because you are guilty!" Penelope screamed. "You brutally murdered the poor man. And you. Enjoyed. Every. Bit."
"That's false. It was a horrid experience." A softer voice came from Olivia. "You wouldn't ever do it again."
"Wouldn't ever do it again? This is the fourth time it's happened! And every time we have the same talk!" A girl in a red dress sneered.
"Yes, but they were all accidents. These people were going to hurt you, Alexandria." A girl in a light blue dress tugged at her white sleeve, making her jump.
"There's a certain point where an accident becomes something on purpose!" The boy in front of her shouted.
"Don't listen to him. He's crazy." The boy behind her whispered.
"I'm crazy? I'M CRAZY?!" He laughed then, spit flying. "I'm you, Alexandria. We're all you."
"No. No, that's impossible." Alexandria said, her voice cracking.
"No it isn't. " Every person's voice had combined into one. "We're all in your head."
"Stop it!" She screamed, shutting her eyes, afraid of the people coming closer to her.
"It's not real. We're all in you head."
"Stop it! Leave me alone! "
"It's not real. We're all in your head."
"Leave me alone! Go away!"
"It's not real. We're all in your head."
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I DON'T WANT YOU HERE!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, collapsing on to the white floor. "Please, leave me alone."
She opened her eyes finally, scanning her surroundings. They had left. They had all gone away. Realizing she was lying down, she tried to sit up. She couldn't. Something was restraining her.
She turned her head and saw her wrists were bound to a bed, and soon found that her ankles were as well. There was an IV putting liquids into her arm.
"Ah, Alexandria, good too see you're awake." She looked to her left and saw a woman wearing a pink shirt sitting in a chair next her bed.
Another woman wearing black clothes came in and took the IV drip out of her arm. She didn't look to happy. She sat down with a clipboard and started taking notes.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Alexandria questioned, trying to free herself from the restraints.
"You're in an institution for the criminally insane." The woman in black said, not looking up from her clipboard. "My name is Dr. Penelope Mertin."
Alexandria's eyes widened in fear. She looked over to the woman in pink.
"I'm Olivia. Your court appointed psychologist. Let's begin."
