Insanity

The bloody knife slid out of my hand and to the floor. I looked at Annie's motionless body that lay before me and back at my blood soaked hands. What Have I done? I've committed a crime, the realization hits me like a hard blow to the chest aa I back up against the wall and sink down to the floor. My body went numb and my vision began to blur with tears, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. The words killer and murderer echoed in my mind and I began to feel dizzy. I knew I had to flee the scene, and quickly. I couldn't go to jail, I just couldn't. I felt for something to help me up from the ground as I still stared at the dead corpse. I finally gripped a part of the dresser and lifted myself up with shaky legs. I felt something deep inside me, it was pleasure and I had no idea why I was feeling this way. The feeling grew at the pleasure of murdering someone enveloped me. I opened the door and ran.

My eyes flew open to see the white ceiling staring back at me. My sweat soaked hair clung to my face and my heart pounded rhythmically against my chest. The nightmare replayed in my mind like a broken record. I sat up to see that I was in a small white room. I noticed I couldn't move my arms and looked down to see that I was in a straight jacket for insane people. I looked at the door, realizing it was not a dream, but a memory and feeling of pleasure creeped it's way back into me and my lips curled into a vicious smile