Chapter 01

Chapter One

I figured that you should know my story. Thank the sky for the Internet. My name is Mary, or

that's what I go by, at least. I'm sure you'll find out more later. But I suppose I should tell you from

the beginning. Then maybe you'll understand. I don't know, but I hope you will...

...

I was normal. I had a normal life. Normal friends. Normal. Not anymore. It happened on my 13th

birthday while I was staying with my family in Quebec, Canada. There was this warehouse my

friends and I liked to hang out in, and they threw me a surprise birthday party. I don't really

remember what happened. I just sorta blacked out. Next thing I know, they're all dead. And I was

covered in their blood, holding a pair of scissors...

It was ruled as an accident, and I was put in an insane asylum. I had blackouts a lot, and the staff

was scared of me.

I could also hear voices... Mad voices... In my head, in the walls, everywhere. But the only voice I

spoke to was the one in my head. She sounded nice. I was going crazy, well, going crazier. It made

me think about the events that happened right after the "accident." It wasn't an accident, she did it.

She comes out to play when I black out. She told me so.

Oh, my mom was so worried when the cops brought her to the crime scene. She freaked out when

she found a tiny scratch on my cheek. She freaked out when I wasn't speaking. Truth was that I

couldn't speak. What I saw horrified me. The girl in my head tore them apart... with the scissors...

In the week before it was decided that I was to be cared for in a mental hospital (as they put it), my

hair changed. I thought it was just hair dye. Guess it was permanent. My icy­blue eyes stayed the

same, though.

I laugh about it sometimes. "Haha, they're all dead!" I didn't believe in magic, or the supernatural

at the time. I honestly still don't know if I truly believe it. If anything else, I've accepted it. But

that's what started it all. I met new people. People I'd fight beside, since I have no other way to put

it. I thought what happened was normal. People went insane all the time, but I didn't realize it was

connected to stuff that, to me and most of the world, did not exist. I also didn't think I'd be a hero,

if you want to call me that.

I simply just think I'm insane...