My latest victim, all from the psychiatry unit I've been living in, has been the most excrutiating. She came bursting into my room screaming insults at me, I tried to warn her but I shoved her into my bathroom hoping she'd stop. I went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, she fell asleep from using all her energy so what best to do. I put a washcloth over her face and turned on the shower, positioning it over her face, splashed water around her to make it look like she slipped, and left to the cafeteria to eat some lunch. I came back to my room after eating, went into the bathroom and moved the washcloth to her hand and went back to the main area to go do my activities. It was around dinner time that I came back to my room, forgetting the girl in my room, went to use the bathroom and opened my door and screamed. A couple nurses rushed in and saw the girl on the ground, checked her pulse and concluded she dead. One of the nurses guided me to the big room while the other nurse grabbed some other employees. An hour later they brought the girl through the room on a gurney, her head tilted towards me, eyes staring coldly. As one of the nurses brought me back to my room I overheard a couple nurses talking. "We have to contact the foster family about this." "Why would Suzie go this far tho? She was showing signs of getting better." "Remember she was found on the brink of death, anything could've pushed her over the edge." The nurse that brought me back to my room turned and closed the door.

         That was when it hit me, I went to the sink and splashed water on my face. I killed my little sister who just so happened to be attending this program at the place I've been living in. I grabbed a washcloth, well more of a body towel and wrapped it on my head. I then ran full force into the window, actually breaking it, and freefell down 6 stories landing chest down on a car. Blacking out to the vision of my sisters' eyes.