Taking a drag from my cigarette, I sit on the roof of my house listening to my parents argue. "Oi y/n/n!" I hear someone yell,

"Ahah leave the psycho be she might bite Ahhaha!!" I look down to see a group of 3 boys laughing at me. I take a final drag of my cig before putting it out and sliding down the tiles of my roof,

"Ehem what was that boys?" I stand in front of them,

" fuck of you freak aha!" One pushes me but I grab his hand and twist it round, he yelps in pain, the two others start to slowly back away and they see there friend fall to the ground in pain, I then pull my knife out of my pocket and begin to draw blood from his wrist, he screams in pain. " any thing to say?" I ask him taking the knife away, " fucking psycho!" He yells and spits at me,

"Wrong move sweetheart wrong move" he looks at me one last time before I take my knife and stab it into his chest, the next thing I know I'm in the back of a police car.

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2 years later

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It's been 2 years since the murder, And let's just say I don't really regret it, I've been sent to a mental asylum, meaning I don't have to be home anymore, I've made some new best mates called Patrick and Henry and I haven't changed at all.

Me,Patrick and Henry all went to Derry high but never really spoke, they were the bullies of the school, and obviously I was the pyscho of the school meaning we could've gotten along quite nicely,

"Princess, cmon lets get out of here" Patrick whispers into my ear and Henry begins climbing out of the window to our bathroom, one by one we all managed to crawl out, getting at least 5 feel away until the alarms go off, that's all I remember from that day, but today another year later, me and the boys still have never been caught