Heheh. Hey. I am so sorry it took me so long to update but marching band coupled with very sudden depression and a girlfriend makes for a very busy bisexual. But no excuses. My apologies.

Also, thank you so much to all that reviewed, especially JohnnyCade4EVR and tannerose5. Reviews mean so much to me. *Happy face*

Anyway this chapter is short but I feel it is necessary to the story. I personally like it.

There once was a lad named Kirk

He was a severe jerk

I came to him crying

Told him Amy'd been spying

And let him in on the job and it worked.

Dear Diary,

I was thinking about dropping off that poem at Agent Morgan's apartment. Taping it right to his door. But not yet. Of course I'd have to wait until, well, until they figure it out. I don't want them to know about Amy just yet. It would ruin everything. I wouldn't be able to. . . well, you know.

I know this is supposed to be a diary for my evil plans or whatever but I think I'd like to talk about Amy now. I can't go to any therapists or psychiatrists or whatever since I'm on the run. I went to a therapist when I was little. After. . . after my parents died. It didn't work out.

When I was seven years old, my twin brother Kirk and I were left in the custody of our eighteen year old sister Amy. Our parents were killed in a car crash. A car crash that Amy still blames us for. It wasn't our fault! We had just asked for some cookies and when our parents went out shopping, well. . . someone had tampered with the train tracks. The bar thing that's supposed to stop cars didn't go down and my parents were killed.

I was so terrified of Amy. She was- she di- she did bad things to us. Things our parents never would have allowed. Never. We had the most loving parents. And then they were just gone. Oh crap I'm getting tears on the page now I'm sorry if it smudges.

Aunt Erin would come every month to check up on us, see how we were doing with our psychotic sister in charge. I'm fairly certain Amy killed my therapist when he started asking her too many questions. But Aunt Erin never noticed what was happening. She never saw what Amy would do to us. And I hated her for that. How could she not see? Or would she just pretend that it wasn't happening? Would she see the bruises on my face? Or the blood on my shirt? What about Kirk's arm in a sling?

No she didn't notice she never noticed anything and I hated her for that. But it wasn't really her fault. I just- every time Aunt Erin came to visit I would wish that she would take us away to live with her and our cousins who were mine and Kirk's age. But Amy was our guardian. She scares the living crap out of me. She would laugh at my pain, at my sobs. She was creative about her torture too. She said she was practicing for when a worthy victim came along.

And I believe I've found it. Amy's pleased with me that I have a victim for her. Before that she was going all over the country killing people. Last month when she came to visit me she killed the nice guy who lived two doors down. Darren, I think his name was.

She's psychotic. Which is why I'm glad she's on my side.

She's helping me get revenge on Dr. Reid.

Why do I hate Dr. Reid, you might ask?

Well that's a story for another time.

Love, Jenny.