Sarah

Sarah's unleashed

I have to get up. I'm Sarah and I have to get up. I have to defeat her. I have to get through this. I have to get them. I have to hurt them. How dare they lock me in here, I do not deserve this punishment. They deserved it. They hurt her. They harmed her. She didn't want it, she hated herself because of what they did. I murdered Penny's parents because they were monsters. It all had to be done, I couldn't let them hurt her more. They forced her to grow up too fast, they're we're negligent, once they got straightened out they pledged psychological warfare on her. They made her think she was less than a person, they forced her into things she didn't want to do. Not only forced to play the trumpet, but they put her in groups, they forced her to think she wasn't good. They deserved their fate. Penny wanted to kill herself. She hated herself, I murdered Tim, Anne, and... The other one because of their truly appalling behavior. I would have done worse but I was slipping. I wish I could hear their screams again. To see their bodies writhe in pain as I hurt them as they hurt Penny. Their faces were the best part. Their expressions were priceless. Actors in movies could never come close to the true fear that they had on their faces. I want to see even more. I have to eat out of here. People's fear is like a drug to me. I have to have it, I'm going crazy without it.

I drag myself out of the bed where Penny put our now bloody body. How did that happen? I make my way for the door, a shard of mirror behind my back, cutting my hand.

"Help!" I scream and knock on the door. A series of clicks and slides are herd before the door opens. I ignore the excruciating pain coming from everywhere on my body and push the shard of mirror deep into the African American nurse's chest. A smile spreads across my face as I see the shock on his face, then the fear. Oh the fear, the fear, adrenaline courses through my body as I see it. I push him to the ground and stab him more. He can't make a fool out of Sarah. Oh no sir, they will learn. The rush is intoxicating, I smile even more as I see the blood from his chest. His face loses expression and I leave him. Without the fear it isn't any fun. I hunt for another victim. I'm still hungry for more. A group of female nurses runs down the hall. I sprint. I can't handle a group, I turn down a corner in the hall and through a door. I slam it shut behind me and lock it. I press my ear to the door and hold my breath. Footsteps approach the closet I am in, but then pass it. Nice save Sarah. I slowly turn the lock and begin to turn the knob. Wait! They're still out there. I hear their breathing. THEY TRIED TO TRICK ME! NO!

"NO!" I scream and turn the lock into the locked position. The nurses hit the door with their fists and turn the knob, but it just moves. I sit down with my back against the door and let my injuries catch up to me as adrenaline leaves my body. The pain is killing me. Literally. My vision blurs and I feel numb. I try to move my arm but it falls as I rise it an inch. Looks like I won't show my vengeance will I? Coughs choke me and I feel warm liquid fall onto my legs. Blood. My fear for my own life is not as satisfying as fear from other people. I close my eyes and try to focus on anything but the pain. If I can't punish them, karma will right?