My white walls

On the walls all lined up, are the jaws lines of thirty-two women. Each one of these women, at least the rest of them are inside me and Rex. Rex is my dog. I grilled up my pieces and used the hair and teeth for jewelry for my dog. The bones, well, Rex likes bones. I was making him another dish out of women number thirty one's skull when they found me. At first i didn't understand their horrified expressions. Didn't they see the beautiful smiles of these women all lined on my wall? All of them smiled at me and it's only when they stopped smiling at me that I decided I should preserve their smiles forever. After they came for me and sent me to my white room, it made me think. 1

On the walls are the heads of my family. They all dripped red on my carpet. Rex licked alll the time making it smear. All I wanted was a family tree, but burying my baby sister in the yard didn't work out like I had hoped it would. When I tried to make one outta Grandpa that didn't work either. I couldn't get him out of his wheelchair and his legs didn't go in right. Leaving him out over night didn't help either. So I drew a tree on my wall and taped their pictures to it. But momma got mad for my cutting up the photos and punished me. Dad told me she was just sad for losing Lissie and her dad. I understood. I took down the pictures and set them on my shelf. When I started to walk away they fell down on me and my mom's head fell on my shoe. That's what gave me the idea. I took the hedge clippers, which I thought were big scissors then, and sneaked into the living room where she'd fallen asleep. It took awhile but I got her head off. Then came daddy's and granny's, who was here so she wouldn't feel alone without grandpa being around, and cousin Feefee, and my brother Mitch, and Sara, Janice, but not Rex. Rex didn't need to be on my shelf since he was with me always anyway. back then somebody took me away to, but not to a white room. Thinking of then makes me think.2

When I was in high school, I had so many teachers that tried to talk to me about my childhood. they always asked if I was okay. I didn't get it. I was fine. Rex and me and my new mom were happy. Everyday they asked me something about how I was and I got sick of saying "I'm fine" all the time. So I decided to stop all their chatter. From the school computer I found out where they all lived. All the ones that asked if I was okay. I still had those scissiors too. Everyday I went to their houses and collected a new tongue. It was funny actually, because once I cut it out I asked if they were okay and they didn't answer! The police closed my school and my new mom took me away from there. I didn't understand the problem, not really anyways. I mean now the students asked the questions that teaches couldn't answer. It was such a funny prank. Why all the fuss? Rex got yummy treats and I learned how to make jerky. Soon I moved out and left mom behind I got my own house far from noise and got a job at a meat factory. Most of the guys there thought the work was gruesome but I thought it was fun. Eventually I got promoted and got sent to live in the city and do paperwork type work. It was gruesome. In the city though, I learned that I was 'hot'. My friends told me I was a babe magnet. That's when I noticed how young women smiled at me.I was fascinated. 3

I mentally skimmed past the rest. All I know is that I'm in a new room. The walls I'm used to were all white, except when they dripped. I smiled as the walls bled. Rex wasn't around to lick up the mess. I called for the men who brought me here to come clean it up. It was really starting to flood. No one came, and it kept poring in. It was past my chest, then I started to panic. I called for help but no one came. I was drowning in my family's blood. my teacher's blood. My girls' blood. The walls continued to rain on me. My white walls. My white walls. My white walls are red. Then all went black forever. And they will never know how i died.