Karma's Captives

Part 2

It's amazing, what Karma can do to the human body. It can tear it up, make it whole again, make you feel sick and twisted or beautiful and perfect. In this case, she felt a little bit of it all. The twisted part? She loved feeling like this. The feeling that she was so breakable but so invincible at the same time. Most people don't get it. They all think you're crazy when you feel so high and amazing. So what do they do? They put you on medication to numb your high, to stunt your happiness and try to make you normal. They don't realize that the damage they do in trying to make you normal could hurt you. It can make you snap. It ticks you off, so you get revenge. And when you want revenge, Karma comes out to play once again. Not surprisingly, its next victim is none other than your therapist, and she's eating dinner. You crawl through the window of the living room, she can't hear you. What tips her off that something's not right? You left the window open, letting the cold air in. You duck behind the couch so she can't see you. She turns around to go back into the lonely dining room, and you put her in a headlock from behind. Covering her mouth, you pull her over to the dining room table and tie her to her chair. You grab a pill bottle from your pocket, along with your beloved knife. It's a mix of all the medication she has given you in a large bottle. You look at her, a smile on your face. You don't want her to do this to anyone else. The bottle falls out of your hands, and spreads out on the table. The bloodstain from your last victim is on your hoodie, along with your own. A Chelsea smile is cut into your cheeks, and you decided to see if you could sew it back together. You ended up not being able to, but there are patches around your mouth that have thread stuck here and there. You smile, and your therapist freezes in fear. Your cheeks are spread wide, your jaw and all your teeth visible. You laugh at her pitiful fears, and decide to make her beautiful too. You walk to her, taking one pill of each medication and putting it in your hand. She looks at you, and she tries to scream. You have the knife to her throat, and make her take the pills. She swallows them and immediately starts crying. You laugh, and start carving into her face. She tried to scream, and you put the cloth napkin on the table in her mouth as a gag. You continue, and you end up snapping her tendons as you finish the smile. You grab a mirror and hand it to her, and muffled shrieks, screams and cries come out of her mouth. You laugh, and it soon becomes maniacal. She says the best she can, "You bitch, you've turned insane." You smile. "I know." You finally dive the knife in her heart, and watch the life drain from her eyes. You feel the blood pour out of her, and feel her heartbeat getting weaker. You say, "Go to sleep, love." And with a small tear, finally realizing what she did and how she deserves this, and fades, inviting death in. You smile, and walk out, a glimpse of happiness cracking through you. But, you hear something. You see a white figure with pitch hair dart through the darkness in front of you.