Psychological - LeahJH

Why I did it, I'll never know.  They assess me in a small room.  Too small.  They tell me-no, promise me-that I'll be locked away for a long time.  What did I do?  Why was it bad?  That's the one thing no one dares tell me. They expect me to understand.  They call me crazy.  They're next on my list.  

She calls me crazy.  Her voice rings in him head.  I remember her scream, begging me to stop. The blood choking off her words.  Yes...yes...that luscious red...her eyes rolling back...the rusty smell...

Am I crazy?

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