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How can you tell if someone really has a sick mind? I mean you look for clues right? Like say for example, they might twitch every five seconds and they might just happen to pass the knife rack a few times too many at the grocery store... Or maybe they pull a chunk of thier hair in front of their eyes and stare longingly at the window and the sharp glass it contains...No, maybe it could be the creepy man stumbling down the street at midnight. But the truth is, its neither of them. None. No, see the sick person here? Is me. Why? Well, see if you would happen to see me strolling down the street you might think, teenage girl, sneakers, jeans, ipod, and ponytail. What you can't see, is this girl here? She killed someone. Not just anyone, her own father. In a sick sick world I knew this was wrong. But I didn't care, I killed him. I had to kill him!! He was suffering! Huntington's disease is not something you very easily deal with, so I set him free! I did what I thought was best! It was, it had to be... Because, that sack of organs and blood was not my father, not the one I knew!
My legs swung uneasily through the dense brush as I stumbled towards the thick bands of trees. Clusters of flowers poked through the thickets. The gray morning had sensed my unstable mood and fluttered the ends of my hair with its windy gusts. The cabin was a hour away on foot but I knew I had to risk it. I stopped and stared at the ground. What if they didn't think of me? Maybe they would have assumed someone else did it and I'm just marking my own grave to the eletric chair. A shudder rippled through me. The wind pushed against my aching back, urging me to the empty shack some miles away. The crow stared down at me with its dull black irirses reflecting my image. My hair was a haystack, my face sallow and dirty, but most of all, my eyes. That was just it, they weren't blue. Almost gray, silvery gray. I didn't reconize them. I balked and the crow fluttered away to my relief. I was almost regerting my desicion. Almost.