Mad Love

How it all began

In school I was always the crazy class clown. I was funny, cheerful, and giggly until someone did as little as annoy me. That's why they call me the psycho girl. I was expelled my first year of high school for sending a kid to the hospital for calling me an idiot. Yeah I know it's crazy, but that's how I roll. I didn't have the best childhood either. I grew up with an abusive dad and a mom who was always working and didn't even acknowledge me when she finally was home. My dad is now in jail and my mom is now at work as usual. I don't really love anyone either. Especially not them. They even sent me to Arkham asylum when I was ten for panicking about the voices and illusions I was experiencing. I'm used to them now and learned to cope with them so I don't get sent there again. Well anyways enough about my past. Let's go to the present shall we? I'm in school right now, bored as ever and trying to bring fun into my life. "Hey Rose!" I turned around in my desk to see my best friend Mary about to flick a rubber band at me. "You whore!" I said and covered my face with a book. "MRS RICHARDSON THAT IS NO LANGUAGE TO USE IN MY CLASSROOM!" Screamed Mrs. Peters. "Mrs Peters," I started sarcastically. "I happen to be sixteen years old and currently don't give a shit what you expect from me, so I'm choosing to be the bigger person and ignore your childish expectations." The class giggled and applauded. "Mrs Richardson that will be a detention." I raised an eyebrow. "Yeah another one I shall not attend." I giggled at myself. "Damn I'm hilarious." Mary smiled "sure you are." I stood up. "Says the whore!" I said and threw my book at her. "Mrs Richardson go to the office." Said mrs Peters sighing. I laughed crazily. "Better than here." I said as I walked out of the classroom. I walked all the way to the office and sat down in the principals office. "Hey Mr Saunders! Glad to see me?!" I said with a fake smile. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. "Rose, you need to quit having your mental control break down. You need to learn to control your anger because there is always a cell waiting for you at Arkham." I rolled my eyes. "No I need a reason to go to Arkham. Not just because you feel I can't control my anger." He folded his hands. "No if an adult feels you are a hazard to other students attending this school then they are able to accept you in their hospital." I scoffed. "More like prison." He rolled his eyes. "At least there's only ten more minutes of school left, so you can go home and cool yourself down." I looked at the ground. "No I can't." Mr Saunders looked up in curiosity. "And why is that?" I couldn't look at him. "Because my dad gets out of jail today." He looked honestly sad for me. "I'm sorry to hear that mrs Richardson." I looked up angrily. "Don't feel bad for me, I don't need your pity." He raised his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok."
After school I ran home and started packing. My dad is the last person I wanted to see. He beat me so much as a kid that I would kill him if he came into my sights now. I trained myself to defend myself, so I could be an independent woman like I always dreamed about. I became just that. I was feared, skilled, and every guy thought I was hot. I loved myself and I was all I needed. I started to run out the door when I stopped dead in my tracks. I saw my dad climbing out of a black SUV wearing his jail suit. Anger boiled inside of me as he smiled at me. "Rose! My daughter." My anger got out of control. I started breathing heavily and my hands balled into fists. He started to walk towards me and I lost it. I ran at him and grabbed my baseball bat from my backpack. I went straight for his head with the bat. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground. I did a backflip and hit him in the face over in over until blood was the only thing visible on the grass. My neighbors were outside screaming and calling the cops. I panicked and took off running down the street. I pulled out a gun from my belt and hid behind a big tree. Sirens were audible the street over and I knew they were close. They stopped right behind the tree. I heard car doors opening and I cocked my gun. I reached my arm out and shot three of the five cops. I ran to the other tree and pulled my blood covered baseball bat out again and ran towards the first cop car. The alive cops were by the other cop car shooting their guns at me. I couldn't stop laughing. The cops actually knew who I was and knew I was trouble, I could tell. I jumped over the hood of the car and hit the first cop in front of me in the head. He fell to the ground and I smirked. Before I could hit the other one, an electric shock went through my body and I hit the ground. I saw my bat beside me and someone walking towards me. Then everything went black.

I woke up to being dragged out of a cop car. I shook my head and looked at my surroundings. I was outside Arkham asylum. Fuck I thought. My head was killing me. I mean, at least I look good. My dark gold hair was straightened, my outfit was a tight leather jumpsuit with a zipper to show off cleavage and knee high leather boots. My gray-gold eyes were in pain from the sun, but I knew I was still looking hot. The cop walked behind me, holding the middle of my hand cuffs as we walked into the asylum. He walked me up to the camera man for mug shots. "Rose Richardson. Sixteen years old. Committed murder of four cops and her father." Said the cop. The picture taker smiled. "And she's been in this asylum thirteen times." I giggled. "Make that fourteen cutie." He rolled his eyes and the cop pushed me in front of the camera. I smiled a cute, crazy smile and winked. The camera man smiled. "At least your mug shot looks cute." I laughed. "I know." The cop once again sighed and undid my cuffs. He lead me to the cafeteria to show me where I would head after I changed. All of the prisoners were men and they turned around to look at me. I smirked because I knew I was hot and knew they thought the same. Red hair caught my eye. The man slowly turned around and gave me an intense, dangerous stare. I looked back at him and smirked. I started to walk in the direction of my room and knew he had my eyes on me until I was gone.