Locked Away

Chapter 1

People say I'm crazy and to be honest I don't blame them. At sixteen I'm considered a mass murderer and highly dangerous. Psychologists have tried to understand me and how a seemingly harmless normal girl managed to kill 18 people and then completely forget about it. I'm still trying to figure it out myself. The only real thing I remember from that night is a feeling. It was like something inside of me was breaking in two and it was the most painful feeling I have ever experienced in my life. I blame whatever that feeling actually was for my memory loss. Even the authorities don't really know what happened. They say it was so grotesque that it took them weeks to return all of the appropriate body parts to the correct bodies. That's only what I've heard no one in here actually knows the whole story, well except for me apparently. They say it's inside my head somewhere, I call bullshit. I blocked out the memories, I'm not even sure if I, myself can access them. The really funny part is that I don't even know what caused me to snap, I have no clue what set me off of 18 people. That's not going to stop me from trying to find out. I guess we all really do have a little demon in us.

Let's skip the rest of my inner dialogue that keeps me from insanity most of the time. Loud banging on my cell door pulled me from my thoughts. Huh. Usually one of the guards come and say hi personally. I guess they're especially lazy today. "Come on you crazy bitch. It's lunch time." Ah there it is.
"Hey what have I told you about calling me crazy. I personally prefer mentally deranged. That's probably more accurate." I replied to the guard who's name I believe is Garry. Not that I pay much attention anymore.
"Ok let me rephrase. Come on you mentally deranged bitch it's lunch time. Better?" He said with a slight chuckle. I get along with most of the guards here as long as they don't try to hit on me I'm probably the closest they're getting to normal. I mean aside from the whole mentally deranged thing.
"Much better. Now let's go and get food. I know it's far from good but I want food in my stomach. Plus today they're letting us out together. I get to see real people!" I all but shouted. The people in the next cell block probably heard me. After the guards finally got me out of my crazy uniform we got to the café. Well more like a weirdly rustic stone and metal room where people serve us almost inedible food that should probably be used as a new form of torture. Which is why my wonderful baby brother who recently learned to drive brings me proper food on days such as today when they let us out together. Food in here is like cigarettes in any other prison, the better it is the higher up on the literal food chain you were.
"Sara! Get you little ass over here it's been forever since I saw you." Rose basically squealed. Rose was the only other girl tucked away in this prison tucked away in no mans land. She was a tiny little thing, about 5'2", but even though she's small she's one scary bitch. Even if she is my best friend in here and probably would continue to be if either of us ever had a shot of getting out. She had black hair with the tips died blood red and dark brown eyes with golden flecks. She was in for several charges of arson, drug production and distribution, as well as over twenty documented murders. Like I said one crazy bitch. At least she knows what she did. I'm in for arson, murder, and manslaughter and don't remember anything.
"Hey S you okay? You zoned out there for a sec." oh that's right I'm not in a cell currently.
"Yah Rose I'm fine just forgot there were other people here. Thought I was still in my cell for a sec. I swear if I wasn't crazy before I sure am now." I said slightly laughing. Rose just rolled her eyes.
"I know I ask every time, but you seriously don't remember anything?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.
I sighed "you know me to well. I had a dream last night but it didn't feel like a dream Rose, it felt like a memory." She looked shocked, that's the first time in nearly two years we'd made a real step in remembering what happened.
"Well. Get on with it. Story time."