Hello there. My name is Alice, and this is my story.
Now, most of you are expecting some sob story, about how my life was one of the worst things imaginable. Single parent, abusive parents, orphan maybe? Mute anorexic, poor, or maybe even a spoiled brat. If that's what you're thinking, then you're wrong.
My life is perfectly normal. Well, besides the fact that I'm completely and utterly insane. I see things that aren't there, and I'm technically a psychopath, although I disagree with part of the description. A psychopath supposedly lacks the ability to love. I can love just fine. I just have no reason to.
Along with these, I have a very bad temper, with just a dash of blood lust. No, I'm not a homicidal maniac; I work extremely hard to keep my insanity under wraps. To do this, I have two methods. The first, I believe, is the most preferred. I go outside, to the woods. I spend more time there than I do at my own home. No, it's not to escape life, or something sad like that. I just love the blissful silence that surrounds me when I'm perched amongst the treetops.
The second is less.... harmless, but very effective. I go out into the woods, and hunt. Not so bad, right? Well, instead of using a gun, or even a bow and arrow (if anyone even uses those anymore), I bring a small dagger with me, hidden inside my boot. I usually climb up a tree, and wait until an animal passes by. Where I live, we have many wild dogs, wolves, coyotes, and the occasional deer. When they pass, I drop down from my place in the trees, knife in hand. I then attack the creature, and it's dead within 30 seconds. But- not to sound like a sadistic killer here or anything- if I'm having a particularly bad day, I draw it out. Make the kill last for as long as possible. In my mind, the more blood, the better. This method is used whenever I'm close to breaking, when I become an immediate threat to those around me. Not that I care about them, but if I killed someone, I would lose all the progress I've made. If that happened, I'd be an unstoppable killing machine. Not good.
