Sick Beautiful Mind

Prologue

Here's a little story of my life just so you can get to know me. My name is Karla Catalina Hernandez I was born in Miami, Florida. My parents called me their miracle baby because my mother had some fertility issues before she got pregnant with me. Both of my parents where Surgeons, they where the best of the best, that is until they got shot while they where working at the Miami Medical Center. It was tragic really, yet satisfying seeing all the blood gushing from my mother and father. But if you're asking yourself if I was the one that shot them than the answer is no, some random man shot them and other staff and patients in the hospital. I just saw them get shot from where I was hiding. It was fascinating seeing the sparkle from their eyes vanish as the life from their body left them. But it was also very hilarious seeing all the survivors from the shooting crying for their loved ones who had passed or had gotten injured or lost. If that makes me sound like a monster than so be it. Here's the thing, I don't really care for anyone or anything, I'm not capable of feeling any emotion for anyone, I can't love, haha not even my parents for fucks sake can you imagine not being able to feel any sort of emotion towards the people that raised you and took care of you from the moment you came into this earth, isn't that fucked up.

Thats enough talk about my parents and how I can't love them, lets talk about me. I was always an intelligent little girl I mean I was basically a genius considering I skipped every grade all the way up to grade 9 by the age of 8 and graduated from high school at 12 years old. Not to brag or anything but I also graduated from medical school at the age of 14 crazy right! Well anyways, I also saw my parents get killed at the age of 12 and like I said at the beginning it was tragic yet satisfying. People always portrayed my parents and I as the perfect family and I as the perfect daughter. I mean lets face it I was the perfect daughter, the daughter every parent wishes they had,right. That is aside from the fact that I kill people, a lot of parents wouldn't want to have a serial killer as a child. No one knew the real me not even my own parents. I made sure they didn't know, I learned to act like a 'normal' person. I learned to fake my emotions I saw how people cried every time they got hurt or when their loved ones died, I learned to fake remorse I learned to fake everything that was 'normal' for people to feel. I should really get an Oscar for my perfect acting skills. But lets get to the fun part of where I tell you how I killed people.

I started in the hospital my parents worked at, that was like a second home for me mainly because my parents always took me with them since I was a little girl. But I didn't exactly start by killing anyone. I was always curious of how the human body looked from the inside so when I could I would go down to the morgue, you know where they keep the dead bodies. Well I would go to the morgue and just sit there staring at the dead bodies seeing how peaceful they looked how they just looked like they were sleeping except that they were cold to the touch and would never wake up. Like I said before I didn't start by killing anyone I just merely tortured them. I would get the sickest patients that would die soon and took them down to the morgue in the dead of night while there was no one there and I would inject my victims so they would be paralyzed from the neck down but still awake to see everything that I was doing to their bodies. It was so funny to see the scared expression on their faces while I cut into their skin and pulled their out their organs so that they could see how I just played with them. I didn't really see my victims as people I just saw them as toys for me to play with. After I was done with them I always injected them with some sort of virus that worked fast and would kill them before the sun came up. No one really ever suspected anything because I always covered my tracks and I was the one that pronounced them dead and they were just patients that were already dying I just helped speed up the process. But after a while I started getting bored at the hospital so I just retired and since I'm rich as fuck I don't ever have to work again so now I just kill people for fun sort of like a hobby. That is until Xavier Martinez came into the picture and made things harder for me. He'd been on my trail for a while until I decided to make him fall in love with me but now that he knows what I really am he things he can fix me but he can't get it through his fucking head that I can't be fixed. You'd think that he'd be smart enough not to trust a manipulative psychopath serial killer since he's in the FBI and all but I guess not. Now he has me locked in a room all day for I think maybe 2 weeks, I don't know Iv'e lost track of time since he doesn't let me out at all. I think he's a little crazy too because he basically kidnapped me and won't let me go until I become 'normal' "it's for your sake" he says "you don't have to be like this" "I love you" How can he be so in love with me that he refuses to put me in prison, and trust me i'd prefer to go to prison rather than being held in a room listening to this bastard talk for hours and hours about how I can be fixed and how I don't need to kill people. For fucks sake NO ONE CAN FIX ME I CAN'T BE FIXED. I don't don't feel guilt for anything. I don't care I'm as cold a motherfucker as you've ever put your fucking eyes on. I don't give a shit about people.