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"Insanity is doing the same thing, over and over again, but expecting a different result"

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I make the cut to the soft flesh, ensuring a deep wound. Not to myself, but a girl by the name of Willow Evans, a poor girl still struggling to hold onto life. She received a scholarship to some fancy college in Europe. She'll never get to go. The life fades out of her eyes, and I know I'm the last thing she sees. The monster from her nightmares. The last words that parted her lips were, 'I love you mum and dad'. 

And then nothing. No breathing. No life. I had killed her.

I laid her so that she was upright in the bathtub. Carefully, I placed her bloody, sliced arm into the water, and the blade on the side of the tub. She quite resembled my own mum. The long brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and the beautiful end to a beautiful life. Laying lifeless in a bathtub full of her own blood.

 I turn around and dry my hands, then quickly shoving the towel in my backpack. I make a mental note to burn it when I return home. I remove the rope from her wrists and make sure there weren't any rope burns left behind. She was an easy kill. Didn't struggle much. I grab my bag and shrug it over my shoulder before turning to leave the washroom. No one is home, but I still am cautious about making much noise.

I lay the note I had forced her to write on her desk, sure to use gloves so as not to leave finger prints. I climb out the window onto a branch, close the window behind me, and quickly climb down the tree. I begin to make my way to my own house, but just as I reach for my own bedroom window, those damned voices return...

Kill...

Kill...

Kill...

And I'm off again, into the night to find my next victim. No. Not my victim. A victim of the voices. The voices that control my every move, my whole, entire life.

This is the life of Grace Green...

A victim of insanity.

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