"what about the white haired one?" the man in the suit asks

　　"We keep her locked away"

　　"Good" he answers satisfied, " we don't want her ruining our reputation"

　　Making his way outside where I was eavesdropping through the slightly ajar door, I quickly dart for the stairs. Dropping a large vase on the table next to the office door in the process.

　　I don't stop.

　　Disappearing from their sight, I can still hear their hushed talk

　　"It was her again, deal with it" annoyance evident on his voice.

　　Silently opening my bedroom door, I get inside my bed and bring the covers to my head pretending to be asleep.

　　I don't try hard, I always get what's coming either way.

　　They'll come.

　　They'll hurt me.

　　A few minutes pass by and I hear light footsteps. It's the woman.

　　She always comes to taunt me .

　　Opening the door, I feel her walk closer. Calmly

　　" You never stop, do you?"

　　She knows I'm awake.

　　"This time do us all a favor and die"

　　The words should hurt, but not anymore.

　　I can't deny not wishing I was dead myself. Sometimes , the pain is unbearable.

　　Now, I'm numb.

　　Worthless.

　　She leaves the door wide open on her way out. There was never a lock on it anyway.

　　They are coming.

　　I used to hide under the bed, but it was useless. They would draw me out. I would scream and try to escape but to no success.

　　I don't bother to close it, or hide.

　　The room is more of my own asylum.

　　Now I can only dream of killing them each time I close my eyes.

　　I don't have any idea who I am, no name, no history.

　　A ghost.

　　They are monsters, and tonight I'll let mine out.

　　Three men enter my room. The same men that have been hurting me for the past three years. Kept me hidden.

　　It keeps getting worse over the years.

　　"Did you miss us pet?" He's the meanest.

　　They are all bad.

　　"We have something special for you tonight" he says and the others laugh " what do you say we go overboard"

　　Silent on bed, I touch the small knife i stole earlier.

　　Mental images of their blood spilling across the floor brings me a great satisfaction.

　　I'll wait.

　　" I'll start" one of them says, and the others leave to wait outside.

　　They won't be far, waiting for their turn.

　　"Let's see what you've learned.." he climbs on my bed and crawls towards me.

　　Before he can grab me, holding the knife, I swiftly move it across his neck.

　　Clean!

　　The crimson stains my sheets and I love the smell of it.

　　Clutching his neck, watching his life draining with every drop into the bed he's been abusing me over the years.

　　Smiling at him, satisfaction clouds my face.

　　After cleaning and hiding the body under my bed, I can already hear heavy footsteps approaching. The second one is excited for his turn.

　　He has no idea, as he takes off his clothes. Noticing nothing, he sits on the bed and grabs me. I instantly bury the knife deep into his heart.

　　Shock written all over his face, I don't wait. Straddling him, I stab him again, and again until my whole body is covered in his blood.

　　Falling to the side, I move behind the door.

　　Flashbacks of how they used to drug me, inject me with substances against my will. Anger.

　　Adrenaline flowing through my body, thrilling me. Killing comes naturally, easily.

　　The door is pushed open, and he walks straight into my trap.

　　Slitting his throat from behind him, how easy it is to die.

　　Before it's too late, I ran.

　　I still can't contain the anger inside, passing by the kitchen, I open all the gas valves.

　　I've always loved the smell.

　　Running out the door and into the forest surrounding the facility, I never look back.

　　Look at the monster they've created.