Prologue

Screams filled the cool night air, but were soon silenced. A young girl that looked no older than ten or nine was walking down an empty road. She had on a pretty white sundress that was splattered with blood, but in a beautiful way. On her lips was a smirk. Blood dripped down her legs, but it was not her own. Blood shone out in her shocking blonde hair. In her little right hand she drug behind her and old used axe with blood covering the edge and handle. Her bangs covered her eyes from the views of others. Yet, you could already tell that there was something malicious in them. Something that was not human. Something that would make you scream in pure terror after just one glance. Yes, indeed she was a monster.

An alarm suddenly sounded. A young woman that seemed to be around the age of sixteen sat up. Her body was covered in a cold sweat. Her hazel eyes showed her terror. She had awoken from a nightmare. No, it was much worse. She just awoke from a memory. Her hands reached up and ran thier fingers through her seemingly golden blonde hair. Her hazel eyes trailed around her room. They landed on her dresser, vanity mirror, floor, cieling, and lastly, her door. Her heart seemed to stop beating, or at least slow, as she got up and crept over to it. One shoulder of her short-sleeved, black, top hung off carelessly as her feet slid along the wooden floor. Her knee-high red and black striped socks made it easier to move without causing any form of noise to sound.

One of her hands reached out shakily to open the door. Carefully, she slipped her fingers around the handle and grasped onto it. She turned the knob and tried to pull or push on the door. It wouldn't open. Her fears had been confirmed. She was in a horrible place. She as in an asylum. The one placed she feared the most. The single place she feared more than death. She feared them more than any one person could, or any group of people could. Asylums were like hell to her, a nightmare on loop. Some thought it was funny. It was no where near funny. Her hand dropped back at her side as she backed away. She accidentally slipped and landed hard on her a**. Sure, she was in a nice room, but that's what they wanted you to think. It was all some sort of a conspiracy to get you to be someone else. She continued to back away by pushing herself back. Eventually, her back hit the wall of the room that rested across the door. She had no where to go. At this thought, she began to hyperventilate.

This had to be worse than death. It just had to be.