I woke up to fire. Everything hurt, when suddenly I heard what sounded like a sixteen year old girl talking to herself. She sounded laid back, like she’d do littarly anything else.

“Alice, 14. Killed her own sister before killing herself. Mentally insane. Oh... you’re awake.”

“I’m in hell, aren’t I?”

“You’re correct, I’m grim.”

 “BANG! BANG!”

“YOU PHSYCO!”

“GET BACK IN YOUR ASYLUM!”

What have I done?

What did I do?

My beloved younger sister was gone. I was to blame.

I shouldnt have escaped the asylum to see my sister, even if she was my only will to live. 

Ya see, ever since I was my parents died.. I always had this will to kill things. Whenever a spider was in the room, while all the other kindergarteners screamed for the teacher, I’d be ripping its legs off. I wasn’t scared of spiders, to clarify. I just wanted to watch it suffer. My foster parents, who clearly only loved my sister, sent me to an asylum after they found me smashing the shell of  my little sister Lillys pet turtle with a hammer. Yeah, they were mad. Most of my life they tried to keep weapons away from me, but I always found something to harm myself or others with.

The asylum didn’t do much. For me at least. I met some people who were also broken... but sooner or later.. they were fixed and realized that I was a physco.

Well, if a girl killing her own sister didn’t shock the media... what was going to happen next probably would.

“HEY! Why are you digging in the graveyard? Do you have authorization?!”

Right next to my parents and where they were burying Lilly. I pulled out an envelope with a little farewell. Not like anyone would care, anyway. My fingers shook as I got ready to pull the trigger. 

Don’t think, don’t think. The one person keeping you from killing is gone. You have nothing to live for. No-one to live for. 

I pulled the trigger as quick as I could. Not like I even had much will to live.

The world seemed to slow down. I looked over, seeing the grave digger rush over to see what happened. Looking in the other direction to see the busy street, there was just a big panic, some people glancing as I fell into my grave, others rushing in the other direction. I heard as people scream, police sirens going off, along with the ambulance sirens.