Number 37

Dark. Cold. Something wet. Sticky. The smell of blood fills my nose. I reach out to feel around the pitch black room, longing to see the bright red of the blood on my hands. I shove down the thoughts of blood and gore. I had gone on another rampage. I wonder who i got this time? What if it was Aaron?
Suddenly a bright light filled the room. I screw up my eyes with discomfort and looked around the now blinding room. The walls were white and there was nothing inside the room. I looked at my hands. There was bright red blood covering the floor around me. It was on my hands too! A giddy happiness filled me. It was soon replaced with guilt and sadness. I was unnatural.
Suddenly a loud noise echoed through the room from behind me. A door i had not noticed swung open revealing my nurse. Coco stood in the door her face tear stained.