Asylum

Chapter 1

I peered out the window of our beat up pick up truck that looks like it's been through hell and back. I took in the trees and the roadway that I doubt I would be seeing for quite a while. I took a mental photo of all the shops and surroundings that filled my vision. I did this so I could compare from when I get locked up to when I get released.

Honestly, I do not believe I need to be admitted to an asylum for the mentally ill, as the pamphlet I read put it. I am not "psycho" nor am I "mad" nor "crazed". I am none of those things. The people have it all wrong.

I had my reasons for slaughtering my parents and letting them bleed out. But this is what everyone fails to grasp. They just think I am mad for blood and want to go around killing people for no apparent reason. It sickens me, how they actually believe I am a threat to humans everywhere and that I will kill anyone I can get my hands on. I would never do any of those things. I only murdered my parents because they wronged me, in ways a child should never be. Think of it as Karma, or as me playing god in this situation. If you do bad, you get bad back.

And trust me, they deserved more than a quick death, a hell of a lot more. I went easy on them thouh, making it quick and ignoring their sickening pleas to live.

The truck came to a sudden halt and jerked me forward and out of my thoughts. I hit my forehead on the head of the drivers seat and mumbled a quick sarcastic "thanks".

"We're hear!" my sister piped making eye connection through the windshield mirror.

I believe she is gleeful to see me go, she never cared what became of me anyway. When my parents were wronging me, she would either be out of the house or too consumed in a book to answer my screams for her to help. She is just like them, she wronged me.

Anger seeps out of my soul and my thoughts fill with regret, regret i didn't kill her when I could have. Oh well though, no point dwelling on the past.

"Whatever" i growled as I popped the lock to the door, swinging it open and hopping out. My feet collided with the gravel ground and I reached over grabbing my bag furiously. I slung it over my shoulder and slammed the door.

"Oh come on sis, it won't be that bad. Your finally gonna get help for your problems" She encouraged with a grin.

Once again, anger erupted inside of me and it was like I didnt have control over my actions. The jabberwocky took over. My hands sprung away from my sides and flew outward, shoving forcefully at my sisters chest. She fell to the gravel with a thud and her wornn out flip flops clacked against the ground. She looked up at me with fear and astonishment, all I did was smirk. Bending down to her level, I kept the smirk. I looked her straight in the eye, amused.

"I do not have problems. I may have had problems. However, I eliminated those problems. All except one" I said in a eerie tone. She stares at me, unblinking, with the eyes of a animal about to be feasted on.

I smile and get up as if nothing had happened and shake my duffel further onto my shoulder. I head towards the entrance of my personal jail. No more than five steps to the door, I hear the clip clap of my sisters flip flops on the gravel. She shuffles over to my side and through my perhipreal vision, I can see her stare with emotions I can't depict.

"Take a picture, it will last longer." I said and picked up my pace.