I slowly walk down the hallway, flicking through the papers. I glance at the top one. A picture of a young girl with pale skin, short black hair and bright blue eyes is stapled in the corner. Underneath is her name and age. Ebony Miller. Age 15. I stop outside a cell door. The guard on duty nods to me and unlocks the door. I walk in, slightly nervous. The girl is sitting in the far corner. She seems to notice my presence as she offers me the bed to sit on. I comply.
"Do you know why you're here?" I ask.
"They said it was because I'm insane" she grins. I gulps and tug at my tie.
"Well, you did kill three other teenagers, including your best friend, and put twenty others in hospital with major injuries" she laughs "what's so funny?" she must really me insane after all.
"She was not my best friend. She was but a mere pawn in my game" did her voice just go all high and sing-song like?
"And what's that supposed to me?" this is getting quite intriguing.
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