One week later
"Hey kid, here's the paper. You're in it." The man chuckles.
Leaning away from the wall that holds me up, I look.
'March 7th, 2018
Perfect Daughter Lyssa Is Insane
Lyssa Maniea Roseline Martin,
Born March 1st 2000. Daughter of Meredith and Charles Roseline Martin.
The perfect rich daughter of the world class politician, Charles Martin, corrupted the day before her 18th birthday and showed the world that they are not so perfect.
Pages torn from her diary, from the age of 6 to now, stated that her father was never home, always on 'business trips'. And her mother never caring about her as long as she was perfect so she could marry a rich man. Lyssa took contracts and letters and taped them all over the walls of the ballroom. The contracts and letters were about illegal trades, communication with non-allied countries, love letters from other women, and any other evidence needed to send her father to jail for life.
She then proceeded to kill four of the women her father had an affair with and danced around the ballroom in their blood, leaving red footprints and strokes in what she described as her first expression of true freedom from the perfect family. It looked a bit chaotic and not nearly perfect in one sense, but what she called it "bloody perfect" in another sense.
She wrote messages in random spots of the marble floor. For example;
"Isn't it ironic that I am named after the goddess of madness and insanity?"
"Am I perfect, Mother?!"
"Sorry I couldn't keep our secret, Father :D"
"How long did you expect me to be your little dress up doll?!"
"You can't sweep all the imperfect things under the carpet"
"YOU CAN'T SWEEP ME UNDER THE CARPET" is what she screamed when the press opened the doors. This was the caption under a pale, mad looking, not so perfect girl cuffed and ready to be arrested.
