Sweet Torture

Seemingly annoyed as she pathetically cleared her throat."Are you even listening to me?" The irritable nurse in white suddenly inquired. The woman was sharply gazing directly in front of me.

I didn't acknowledge her existence. I wasn't going to. I didn't need to.

I only cared about one person; one person only...

A sick smile cheekily crept its way across my face, remembering the way she looked when she was in pain. The way her heart was shattered into a thousand pieces, and her soul froze. I remembered the happiness I felt in her deep agonising misery.

A slow, empty chuckle escaped my lips while I reminded myself of it. I was the one who inflicted the pain. I was the sick, cold-blooded culprit. I was the one responsible.

I loved every minute of her torture.

But look where I ended up. Surrounded by these tall cold walls, sounds of screaming patients, cursing and screaching, but no peace. Trapped in this Phychiatric ward. This mental asylum.

But I couldn't blame myself. She deserved it. She deserved it all.

A toothy grin was on my face, but it wasn't a friendly or warm one. It showed too much teeth. Scared the little kids away. Frightened the adults. A sharks grin. The grin of a complete nut-case. A venemous, evil grin. My grin...