Jessica stared at these men that had just entered her room. "I do not understand what thy are saying, have you no soul, sir?" Her voice was strong, and she wasn't going to give in. A true lady didn't waver her own voice. "I have reason to believe that you know the murderer?" The newly named Sherlock asked her. "As a good man once said, 'No shit Sherlock'" Jessica fixed her bandana and looked him straight in the eye.
" A Poem Written In Red
Mourning her loss day by day,
William Shakespeare's way.
Lost in the poems and books she read,
Never to be found 'till she was dead.
No one shall mourn her loss,
For she is nothing to loose.
Bits and pieces of sanity lost,
But that makes it all the more fun.
A gun soaked in crimson red,
Slit the wrists and let it bleed
'Tis the way a killer weeps." Jessica did not stutter one moment at all. Sherlock blinked, then studied her. He stood up, the short man at his heels, and Sherlock beckoned to his companion and they left.
Jessica was alone, again. So she raised her wrist to her lips, and bit down hard. The flesh broke and metallic blood dripped into her mouth, she gently licked the tear on her wrist. It hurt, but Jessica felt happy.
~Let The Bodies Fall~
One by one the bodies fall,
Crimson red and ready to crawl.
Covered in maggots eating the flesh,
Two by two the eyeballs roll.
They'll never find I,
For if they haven't yet, they never will.
That man shall never find me.
Jessica sat watching the TV screen, Frozen played and she loved this movie. Jessica held the knife in her hand, scraping away he scalp of a crying patient. "Let it go, let it go! This shouldn't hurt anymore. Let it go, let it go! Your life is useless no more! " She stroked his face, smiling as the last part of the scalp was torn from it's place, blood flowed from the man's head. The bone was sticking out in awkward places, and Jessica bleached the scalp, which she found in the closet in her room. She placed it on her head and danced around the room with the now dead man.
"Oh, good sir, I thank thee for this wonderful dance!" the corpse was dropped in a pool of blood and she dropped the body out the window, bleaching the floor despite her illness . Maybe no one could find out, but that was unlikely.
