Review if you want. Flames are expected and incouraged. This did not happen to me or anyone that I know, so no, I am not a phsyco killer, but if you are... I don't judge.

Hope you like it.

In my head, there is a scene. It is surreal and beautiful-- much too beautiful much too beautiful. It has a perfume of sorts that is… reassuring-- reassuring my peace of mind. This place is timeless and no time exists.

A meadow is laid out before me. The grass is softer than the plushest carpet. It easily gives way to my shoeless feet. This carpet of green is so inviting that you can't help but lay down in it's soft, caring grasp.

I close my eyes and listen. The soft breeze blows through my hair and rustles the leaves around me, creating a soft track of unwritten, indescribable beauty.

The golden leaves cover me in a scratchy blanket. Then, the wind picks up again and throws off my blanket. The gust sends shivers down my spine.

I find myself slipping out of consciousness. Everything is turning black, then the scene is dashed away.

I feel cold. I feel empty, like there is no place for me to be— like I am useless.

I open my eyes only to find that I was dreaming. I am now surrounded by soft, padded walls. I find it hard to move. I remember the strait-jacket that I am wearing.

The door opens and reveals a person I know all too well. She was supposed to be helping me. She was the mother of the girl that sent me into insanity. She was the mother of the girl I killed.

I have never regretted it. Never for one moment have I regretted it. I remember the day as if it were still reoccurring.

It was the last day of school in the eighth grade. We were going to be freshmen next year. Monica was the school's "Queen Bee". She ran everything.

She had always hated me for some unknown reason. I was made fun of and threatened the entire year, and finally… I snapped.

I killed her that day. I pleaded insanity. They believed I was insane, and maybe I am, or maybe I'm just a very good actor. I never feel guilty, just hollow.

The mother comes in and glares at me. I laugh. It's always the same. She glares. I laugh. She leaves. This time though… she's not leaving.

Then I see it. Shining like a silver star, right there in her left hand is a dagger. It looks like nothing more than a letter opener, but by the look of the blade it was indeed a dagger.

She steps forward, and I laugh. "Do it. Send me to hell, just like I did to your daughter, but if you do you will be the same as me. "If you are the same as me, though, you will never regret it." I smile as she plunges that dagger into my heart.

I begin to see black and I see my meadow, but it's changed. The grass is unforgiving stone. The leaves are fire. The trees are dead and black. The breeze is a harsh wind.

I know I'm not waking up, but I don't think I want to. I finally feel like I belong.