One night after many days of trying to escape the mental institution, the male orderly that usually comes into my room to make sure I was asleep and not trying to escape, entered my room. My eyes opened up as he accidentally tripped over something and almost fell. Since I was strapped to the bed, I couldn’t sit up.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

He turned on the light and locked the padded door. What was he doing? Why was he in here? He put a finger to his lips before walking over to me. He unlocked the straps and pulled the sheets towards the end of the bed.

“What are you doing?” I asked him another question.

“Stop asking questions and shut up.” He ordered firmly.

I became scared when he reached for my pants and I soon knew that he was going to take off my clothes. I kicked him away from me and jumped off the bed instantly. Then, I ran for the door. When I tried to open it, I suddenly remembered that it was locked with a key. ‘How stupid am I?” I thought. I banged on the door several times.

“Get away from me!” I screamed as the male orderly came to me and started to pull down my pants. I twisted and turned, doing anything to stop him from completely pulling down my pants. I knew that once he does that, he’ll go for the rest of my clothes as well.

He succeeded in doing what he wanted to do. My pants were now being pulled down. I screamed for help and he put a hand over my mouth. He didn’t want anyone to find out about what was going on in here.

I cried, afraid of what was going to happen. I knew that he was going to rape me and if I fought him, it would be become more worse than it would be.

“Kill him.” Corey’s voice says to me. “Kill him or he’ll rape you over and over.”

I looked around quickly, wondering where Corey was and where his voice was coming from. It was no where to be found.

“You want to play a game, huh? Well, this is going to be worse than I was planning.” The orderly stated as I squirmed out of his hold.

“Why are you doing this?” I pleaded.

”It’s none of your business!” He snapped. I kicked him in the shin, which was the only place I was able to hurt him and he stopped what he was doing and moaned in pain. I pushed him and he staggered backwards.

While I pulled up my white pants, I said to him, “Oh yeah? Not my business, huh? Whatever you’re doing to me is my business!”

“You don’t scare me, not you or any other girl that I’ve come into contact in this damn institution!” He groaned, helping himself up to his feet.

I glared at him with my eyes blazing. I wanted to know what the hell he meant. What did he mean by it? “What do you mean?” I was a little confused.

“You actually think you’re the first person that I’ve done this to?” He laughed.

“You raped all your female patients?”

“Of course. I haven’t had a female patient in a very long time. You’re the prettiest out of all of them and the craziest.”

He began to laugh and suddenly, I kicked him square in the stomach and he doubled over in pain after falling to his knees. Quickly, I reached for his black nightstick and beat him with it. He begged and tried to get me to stop but I didn't. I beat him in the head with the nightstick until he died.

I felt different. I feel so good about killing the orderly that I want to do it again and again. Like all the bad things hat happened to me, this bad incident really brought out the monster inside of me. What I also felt was power and greatness. So badly, I felt the urge to kill. But who could I kill?