Thoughts of Insanity

Nightmares

     The police had caught us. They knew who we were, and now we had to keep to the shadows, only trusting a few people sometimes not even that. It has been almost a year since we left Nebraska since Logan killed our mother. If I had killed enough unholy, I got fresh clothes and a shower every two weeks.

     The faces of the people I killed haunted me. I got more sleep because Logan's Gods trusted me enough to allow me to rest. But in a way, I got less sleep because of the nightmares, the terror of seeing the monster I was becoming.

     Logan is a completely different person. I don't just mean the psychotic murderer part either. Logan used to have eyes that shined, that was filled with life and love. I adored his beautiful jade eyes. Now Logan's eyes were darker, more emerald than jade now. They had this look to them that screamed death and pain, he looks as if he is crazed.

     I have no right to judge, I may look the same way as Logan. I have not looked in the mirror since that day back at the hotel. When I realized I was becoming a murderer like my brother. Logan's hair now is down to his ears, his long solid black hair was beautiful. It was hair that celebrities would pay millions for, and he got it from genetics.

     I missed my golden hair; it once had strawberry highlights that I got naturally during the summer. Once every five weeks Logan has someone dye my hair the color of fresh blood. He says it pleases the gods; I am too scared to argue. My eyes were once a beautiful shade of forget-me-not blue. What they look like now, I wish to not ever find out if I can.

     The nightmares get worse each time I kill. I fear the day that I will kill without blinking, I am terrified of the day I will kill without remorse. I am horrified of the day I decide to kill like Logan.