The more I try to get out, the more these feelings stab me like knives. I see blood around me. I want to escape. I want to see him, but he doesn't see me. Am I crazy? These mirror walls reflect my sore and defeated body. I want to die. I want to stop breathing. Sometimes I imagine if he'd be happier without me. He probably will, I remember the face of death. The cries of pain. The joy of suffering. I want to kill, no I need to kill, and I need to do it. They want to hurt me but I won't let them, I won't accept them. They are the enemies. Everyone hates me. Even Alfred…I know he does. He called me crazy. He even called that doctor. I hated that man. He wanted me to go with him. He wanted to lock me up in a tiny room like a wild animal! They told me I wasn't normal and that I had to pay back. They all had to go but most importantly that man had to go. I killed him. No one knows because no one saw me. I hoped he's in hell, but still I have to hide from the other people. The ones who want to take me away the ones who called me insane. The ones who don't let me see my beloved Alfred. Once I see Alfred ill make him pay for what he had done to me even though I love him…
