The Mind of a Killer

Chapter One: The Beginning

The haunting sounds of her screams echo through my ears as I drop the knife. Blood drifts across the once clean floor and stops at my feet. I lick the cut at the corner of my mouth and taste the red substance. Blood is spotted on my silky white nightgown and painted on my fingernails. I stare at the puddle beneath my feet and the corpse propped nicely on the floor. I suddenly let out this distorted scream and it rings through the house. Hands wrap around my waist and pull me away. I struggle in the grasp and I begin to feel dizzy. Black begins to surround the edges of my eyes and the floor gets closer as I suddenly slip through the arms and fall. My head makes contact with the tile floor and I slowly drift into sleep. The last thing I hear is the sound of sirens before darkness consumes me.

Five Years Later

The scraping sound of the iron door echoes through my room and gives me a reminder of my dreadful life. I slowly sit up from my bed and the sun rays reflecting through the window hit my eyes. I wince as the light burns my eyes before I attempt to stand up. I stagger before receiving assistance from the female nurse. Her cold hands grab my arm and she pulls me up straight.

"I guess that medicine is really working for you," she states with her raspy voice. "It's about time something started working in this damn place." She sneezed before letting out a hoarse cough then she blew her nose into her handkerchief. Camilla has been my nurse since I first started at Stoneheart Asylum. She is a sweet, little, old lady and has been kind to me but in my darkest moments a part of me just wonders what her face would look like covered in cuts. I can't stand this place. The smells, the food, the rooms, the crazy people too. I didn't belong in here. I did nothing wrong but no one will believe me. They didn't believe me then and they sure as hell won't believe me now.

"Get dressed, girl. It's time for breakfast. You need more meat on those bones before you waste away." She limps out of the room with that twisted leg of hers and the door slams shut behind her. I walk to my little sink where my clothes sit and begin slipping them on. I tie my long, black hair back with the hair tie and slip into my shoes. I splash my face with the cold water before walking out. I went straight to the cafeteria and a tray of food was waiting in my assigned seat. A brand muffin, a carton of milk, a small container of cereal and silverware sat on the tray. This is better than the chocolate oatmeal they usually attempt to make. I was about to take a bite of my muffin before a new person comes walking into the cafeteria. She's a pretty girl. She has short brown hair, gentle brown eyes, and she's tall and skinny. She has a refined nose and her lips are small and soft  looking. She has about the same paleness of skin as me. The other six people here were staring at her as she looked around for a place to sit. I turn away and go back to eating before hearing footsteps getting closer. I look up to see the girl along with another nurse.

"Jess, this is Aspen. She is a new patient here so I expect you to behave yourself. Treat her kindly. I will come back shortly to escort her to her room." The nurse walks away and Aspen just stands there awkwardly. I scoot over and make a gesture to the seat beside me. Aspen sits herself down and breathes out a sigh of relief.

"Hi." I say gently. She took a glance at me before quickly turning away. I couldn't help but be annoyed with her attitude.

"Look, I don't know where you're from but here it is considered polite to say "hello" back when greeted."

"My apologies," she said before turning to me, "My name is Aspen." She sticks out her hand and waits for me to shake it. I reluctantly take it and she gives me a weak smile. I don't smile back.

"So what are you here for?" Curiosity fills me as I wait for an answer.

"I don't think you're ready."

"Why not? I can take it."

"I think I'll wait to tell you. However, you're not going to wait to tell me YOUR story, are you?"