It was one in the morning. I got up and pulled out my pocket knife. For a moment, I rethought my life decisions, but the murderous side of me took over as I snuck into each person's rooms, slitting their throats while they slept. I made it to the master bedroom and opened the door, seeing my new parents sleeping on the bed. Just as I reached for my mom's neck, a hand grabbed my arm. I looked at my dad in shock. I recognized him, I don't know why I didn't before, but he was one of the ones trying to find me. He worked for the mental hospital. I closed my pocket knife and tried to run, but he grabbed my shoulders and put a cloth to my mouth. I knew he was trying to make me pass out, and eventually it worked.

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I woke up in a padded room. I was alone. I was without a weapon. A voice boomed over the speakers.

"You are in containment for insanity and countless murders. Your mental state is unstable, but we can help if you let us." The voice said.

"Never! I'll escape and I'll kill every last person in this town!" I screamed. The voice laughed.

"A weaponless eight year old against the city? Ridiculous!"

I felt my old self seeping through me and I began to cry. I curled up in a ball and cried for what seemed like hours. I cried and cried until I fell asleep.

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Bonjour! Sorry that chapter was short. I hope everyone is enjoying my book! Read on, Dragon Riders!