Insanity (1)

Day's End

She was normal...once.

Before she went crazy.

No, not crazy...insane.

I wonder what she sees when someone bleeds.

I wonder what she hears when someone cries.

I wonder what she feels when she kills.

I've seen lots of news articles on her, but they can never catch her.

She was normal...once.

Before they bullied her.

Before she went insane.

Her name was Scarlet, but she's forgotten now.

They say when she kills you can hear her humming and scraping the walls with her weapon.

She has no weapon of her own...she takes what she sees in your home.

This information was given to me by someone who had seen her murder, they recognized her anywhere.

You know she's there when you see red glowing eyes, scars all along her neck, and humming as she kills.

I wonder what she sees when someone bleeds.

I wonder what she hears when someone cries.

I wonder what she feels when she kills.

I wonder if the next victim will be me.

As I lie in bed and wonder anxiously, I then I hear something I didn't want to hear.

I hear scrambling in my kitchen and it's 3:47 in the morning.

I wonder if it's my mother up late at night, but I then hear something that gives me a fright.

I hear humming and metal scraping against the walls.

My breathing quivers as I try to pretend I'm asleep, but then I slowly weep.

'I've got a future ahead of me...and now I've got to go...no I don't have to, I can fight back.'

I reach for my pocket knife my dad gave to me, I switch the blade and pretend to sleep.

I hear humming in my room, when I look up I looked up too soon.

Her blood red eyes stare back at me, I try to say something or even scream.

"You didn't help me," she said deeply, "you watched as I bled."

I could hear a growl and an insane chuckle.

I sprang up and held out my knife, unphased she kept coming to me.

"Kill me if you'd like...I've already tried," she said turning her head to the side, "maybe it might work if you succeed...but I'll warn you, you will bleed."

I shakily held my knife, I must be the first person she had to fight.

I could see the scars on her neck in the moonlight of my window.

"It's very hard fighting the instinct that tells you to survive," she said stumbling my way, "but why even bother if you don't care you're alive?"

I started feeling depressed with every word she'd say.

"You've seen me long enough," she said with a malicious smile across her face, "goodbye, I won't meet you where I go."

With that she stabbed me into my chest, I felt dizzy and couldn't move at all.

The one I had pity for has now hurt me.

She stabbed again mercilessly.

I felt pain but mostly fear.

My vision became black and white and soon I fell down.

'What did I do to deserve this now?'

Now I felt nothing and everything went black.

I let out my final breath while hearing her laugh and whisper.

"It's not my fault," she said as her footsteps descended into the darkness of my hallway.