It's Called Love. It's a sickly routine. I see you, learn everything about you, love you with everything I have, smile when I see your face, and then you paralyse me with your sting. I can feel my heart failing, lungs collapsing, nerves dying, arteries clogging, brain shutting down. In left with pain and tears. It's all just a sickly routine called love.

Stories Of The Emotionless Wreck. 25/01/13 I stared at the corpse allowing an empty feeling crawl inside of me. I was emotionless. My grandmother, the only family I had left, had just died and not a single tear was produced after. At one point I even tried crying, I owed her that much for taking care of me after my family died. Well how would I have any emotions, I was the one who killed her. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't some sort of murder confession, I just had to pull the plug because she was in too much pain. She would have done the same for me. My name is Montgomery Rose, and my therapist told me to start writing a diary, because my 'I don't give a shit' attitude started to scare her, so she's trying to force the emotions out me. I do give a shit that Gran is dead, she took care of my for years, but i don't have any sort of emotions about it. Ugh. Anyways today was ordinary. I woke up, ate food, got dressed, drove to the hospital, killed gran and now I might just drive to my boyfriends house for a movie. Boring. Well I don't have much to say..

Hair. Part 2 The clock struck 12 and a shiver ran down my spine. Daphne had gone for a dinner party, and Delois was sleeping upstairs. It was time. My feet was welcomed by the cold marble. Daphne was as rich as the queen, but still left the floor bare and clothe-less. I turned to the stairs and took a deep breath. The wooden steps would cry with pain each step I took. It felt like years till I reached her room. My adrenaline filled nerves caused me to open the wrong doors. "You know this house better than anyone, don't make a mistake. Not now," I would scold myself. Ah, finally, her room. I opened the door and was welcomed by her sleep. Her hair was so long it would spill of the bed. Mmm, it was so beautiful. Soon it would be mine. And then I started. I shot her with an animal tranquilliser, just so I wouldn't be surprised by her waking anytime soon. I picked her light body and tied her to a chair, making sure the thick rope would hug her body. I made sure she wouldn't be asleep for long. I wouldn't want her to miss out on all the fun, now would I? "Hmm?" She mumbled with confusion. "Glad your awake darling, just in time for your haircut." I say, making sure I sound as cold as the night. I tape her mouth shut, and begin to pluck her hair one by one. I took a knife and started to slice of pieces of her scalp. My little trophies. Blood trickles down to her eyes, and mixed with her salty tears, making it burn even more. Her pain was my joy. I think I found a new hobby.

Crave. 7# The only environment I'm comfortable with. My home. Yellowish-white paint, broken picket fence, and dry dusty Poison Ivy's, safe-guarded with green vine, pale green swords poking out of it. Why did I leave? I could have stayed, I would have been normal. Hmm. Normal. I could have met a man, seduced him with my smile, convincing him to marry me. We would have had children, 2 little angels. One boy, and a little girl for him to protect. All I wanted was a picket-fence family. Snap out of it Xavier, I tell myself. Your too damaged for someone to fall for you. "This place looks familiar.." Zara mumbles. "All the houses in Cutter looks the same, remember?" I try not to give our location away. "Hmm.." I knock the door. An old lady opens the door, a little girl resting on her hips. Her hair was stained with streaks of silver, her face looked tired, and her body plump. "Oh my goodness.." She whispered. She knew it was us. Of corse she knew. "Zara, my baby, you've come back!" Zara shocked by the words realised who she was speaking to. She ran into mothers arms, head resting on her pillow-y shoulders. What's happening. Ma was supposed to shoo her away like a dog, diseased with rabies. Why was this happened? The little girl was now crying, confused of what's happening. Xenia. She was just 4 when I left, I was 19, the exact age Zara was when she left. How old was she now? How long was I gone? "Hello Ma," I mumble, wondering if she would notice my presence. She looks at me and smiles. "Your a good girl Xavier. You told us you were leaving. You sent us money every month. Thank you love," She hugged me next, pushing Xenia over to Zara's hips. I was a good girl. Was I?

Crave 6# "A friend of mine works at a rehabilitation centre. We could go to his place first," I tell Zara, as if I was planning my cure. She nodded yes, convinced that I was actually listening to her advice. We walk outside, shocked by the cool air that the rain left. There were filthy puddles everywhere, some were the water supply of the homeless. I walked to the car- the car I killed Butcher in. Butcher Simon, I owed him big money. He drove past 'the shed' everyday, as a reminder for me. One day, while I was walking down the street, he was about to hit me with the front of his car; he had had enough. I was armed- like always, and there was no one to watch, so I killed him. I walk to his red and white minivan and pushed his body to the trunk. "Oh my god! He's been killed, we have to call the police!" Zara exclaimed. "Oh shut up. We live in Cutters for God sakes.. There are dead bodies everywhere." I didn't tell her that I killed the man. I didn't need to scare her even more. I had to save that for later. We drove to 'my friends' house, well, at least she thought we were. We were actually going to a place that was very hurtful for her, the place our family lives. Home sweet home, here I come.