I really couldn't believe it...I had never been one for sleep really, but I did like to catch a few hours of it so my mind could stay sharp..but it seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I could not pass out. My mind was fogged and it raced and it seemed like whenever I closed my eyes I saw her eyes. Whenever I touched my face, I felt her fingers touching my scars...her tiny bony fingers running along the deep grooves of my injuries . I could feel her petite frame in my arms somehow and my body tingled, feeling like ants were crawling all over me.

Why was this woman plaguing my thoughts? I mean, I do tend to hold onto things, events, and people in my mind and not let the topics go, but it has never been about just an ordinary person. The Dark Knight...sure I thought of old Batsy all the time, but why wouldn't I? He was so much fun to toy with really, and he had actually thought that he could rid the world of me (and I'm sure he still thinks it.) But he, at least...had something? This woman...what did she have? She wasn't much fun at all, she never got angry at my lack of cooperation, she didn't even get scared when I had my hands around her skinny throat. She wasn't fun at all. Dare I say it, she was boring.

And if that was the case, then why was a stupid little head shrink keeping me from my much-needed rest? Was it her lack of fear?

No. No.

I let out a groan of anger and frustration as I ran my fingers over my face and dug at my scars. It was her molesting of my trademark battle scars..that must be why! She touched them...no one has ever reached out and touched them. No one is allowed to touch them. Those scars are mine. I made them with my knives during my fit of rage during my episode in my own house after he dare hit me again and fight with her and come into my room and violate my sanity and after he dare threaten her and I with the kitchen blades and carve that mark into my abdomen which resulted in my lapse of awareness which ended with him lying dead in a pool of his own blood and organs and her to scream and cry leaving me no choice but to...

I sat up in bed, staring straight ahead of me...something welling up in my eyes...

No, I put a stop to that. I got up, grabbed a blade off the table, and jabbed it into my left hand, peircing the skin in between my middle and ring finger. Ha. Haha. Ho hahahaha. Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaa...now that was more like it! Mirth filled my entire body and I couldn't help burst out into maniac laughter, my eyes wide and smiling from ear to ear. I fell backwards, smashing my skull against the floor but I kept on laughing.

Just like that day. Covered in blood, and grinning from ear to ear.