Louis isn't acting how he normally does. He's been in his room a lot lately. He hasn't eaten much, if anything, in the past two days, and I can always here soft, muffled sobs. I'm starting to get wor

Emma took the notebook out my grasp. "Harry's writing fanfiction about him and Louis!" she giggled as she ran around the cafeteria showing everyone.

that was my journal. everything i felt was in there. usually i could keep her from grabbing it, but this time i just couldn't seem to grab it fast enough. i tried to get it back, but she was taller than me by a few inches and held it above my head, just where i couldn't reach. i couldn't take it anymore. i was getting extremely riled up at his point. now everyone knew how i felt about louis, and they now knew i wasn't straight. AND they know i write fanfiction. everyone was laughing and cheering for Emma. i sneakily grabbed a fork from the table we were beside. suddenly she was on the floor, grabbing her bleeding leg. i grabbed my journal off the floor as teachers came running over to the crying girl on the floor.

"Mrs. Sanders, get the nurse!"

"Rebecca, take Harry to the office."

I walked to the office with Rebecca, Ms. Estrun, with a small grin on my face. four years ago, if i had done that, i would be balling my eyes out. now, i didn't feel even a sliver of regret. i felt adrenaline, this rush was something i've never felt before.

of course, i got expelled. i couldn't care less about education.

if i felt that much of a rush his stabbing her with a plastic fork, imagine what other weapons would give me! knives, slivers, machetes, cleavers. i got excited just at the thought. i didn't even have to kill the people. i could start with small cuts. i could slowly get worse and worse with the cuts and stabs, making them slowly go insane, just like me, but in more pain. well, more physical pain.

ever since i met louis i had slowly started to go insane. i couldn't put my finger on a reason why, so i just always blamed it on love. writing the stories about him and me helped keep my insanity more under control, but ever since what emma did, i just couldn't hold it in anymore. i started killing people, felling an unnatural and satisfying happiness every time they'd scream. i did a good job of not getting caught for about five years, but like every good thing, it must end eventually. i didn't resist when the cops arrested me. what would be the point?

i pleaded guilty at the court case. i didn't bother with a lawyer, because i was just going to confess. i may be insane, but i'm not a liar.

now here i am, in a mental hospital. i've gotten so bad since i arrived here. even i didn't think i could get any worse.

they're taking me to the electric chair tomorrow. i didn't think i would be, but i'm ready. i'm so tired. i just want to be done.

i can't do it anymore. i won't make it to the electric chair. i'm bleeding from many places, and it's too late to stop me from dying. i can't wait until they find me.

please, darkness, save me.