I licked my lips, staring dazed out of the barred windows. My spiky teeth gleamed in a smile. A guard shuffled past me and I draped my body against the bars. He kept his distance and nervously held out a plate of what looked like green mush and purple jello. I snatched the plate and the guard screamed, pulling back his hand. My food disappeared, almost as instantly as the scared guard, hiding in the safe room of the insane asylum. I rubbed my stomach in satisfaction, my skinny arms covered in bloody wounds and scars. My face was the same, my dirty blonde hair hid from beneath a joker hat and a packet of cards hid underneath my rock bed. I ran up against the barred entrance growling hungrily, my eyes turning black as coal. When I have a mission or a mind set my eyes turn from their normal red and blue to pitch black circles. My teeth naw down on the bars of my cell and I bite down hard enough to dent the steel pole. I shriek, my sickening call echoing throughout the hallway until I hear a tiny yelp from far away. I grin and lay down on my rock/bed. I hear a noise and quickly get up looking around. "Helloo," it called in a sing song voice. "Anyone home?" the voice called again. I growled until the voice laughed. "Don't be scared big brother, I'm only your sister," it laughed. "You are dead." I said in a stone cold voice. "But I am not!" She said excitedly. "Yes you ARE" I screamed punching my fist against the wall until I saw a calming trail of red dripping down the stone. You're not alive. I watched you die. I am the reason you died. I killed you. My head yelled. My sister, my only friend was slaughtered, murdered, destroyed by me. I slumped against the bar recalling all the murders I had committed. As I finished adding up the number I sighed. "52 murders," I said dazed. "And it will be more than that when I leave this place," I yelled to no one in particular. They will all pay. The world will pay. I killed my sister, my closest friend, and the world will pay.