Laughter...maniacal laughter...ringing in my ears, day and night, never stopping, never pausing for a breath, never resting for a moment. I've heard it all my life, faint, hardly even there at first, but now...it's screaming at me, leaving it's horrible voice imprinted in my mind forever.

Gone. Bekkah and April are gone because of those MONSTERS who bombed the Underground...we were the same age...only teenagers, excited about school and proms and boys and such, but now they've been ripped away from me, by those cruel, insane monsters who call themselves humans...How can they live with themselves, knowing they've killed innocent people?! Children, the elderly, and those in between...Gone because of those COWARDS.

Life in America isn't much better. Parents are ruining me...Jeff is back in our lives when I wish he was dead...wish he was murdered while he was in jail. He hurt my mother too many times, that's why we always left him in North Carolina. Mother wants to date again, but I don't want a new man in my life. After so many men have hurt her, she doesn't need that again, and every man has treated me like SHIT! I've been beaten, I will NOT TOLERATE THAT anymore. I don't know where I belong any more...nobody cares if I live or die, or if I leave.

That's another one...LEAVING. I will sooner than they think. I am not going to wait until I am 18...oh no. As soon as I am pushed too far, I will leave...as soon as everybody is sleeping, I'll pack up and leave in the middle of the night. Nobody will notice until past noon the next day anyway. Now isn't THAT a loving, caring family?

I can't talk to anyone...they'll send me off to talk to a psychiatrist...HAH! I'd end up with their blood on my hands, standing over their dead body, grinning. They'll push me one of these days, and THEY WILL ALL PAY for what they have done...their blood will flow like rivers, crimson waters over the wounds on my hands...their bodies pale, the look of malice upon their faces.

The world will be painted red with the blood of those who never gave me a chance. Those who hurt me, those who hurt the ones I love. Grass will become brown, the sky dark as night, and the stars will disappear from the black velvet above. I will forever travel the shadows, ruling them, destroying. And then one day...

One day I'll have had enough with living, and they'll find my own blood on my own hands...my body mutilated, the darkness tearing it apart. And when they think they've stopped the madness...oh no...far from it. Because one day, I'll be back, back to have my revenge once more upon those who deserve it. And I spare only few