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Crimson Hair and Eyes to Match. (By EmoLove9900 on Deviantart)

/Stop it./

The insolent pounding.

/Destroy it./

The disgusting pulse.

/Kill it./

The repulsive beating of the human heart.

Millions of thoughts like these race through her mind. Her dark hair sticks to her face in odd clumps. Despite the war going on in her head she stays silent, a contient look on her face. The water falls down her down with a hissing noise screaching from the source. Ri Miller takes deep breaths and opens her eyes before turning off the water and exiting the shower. She takes a look in the mirror after dressing and brushing down her hair. Dark circles play under her brown eyes, Ri hadn't gotten much sleep. Would you? If your dreams were haunted of a different version of yourself? Crimson hair with eyes to match, black rings around the red irises and pupils. She was the thing that haunted Ri dreams, nightmares, and thoughts.

/Crimson hair./

Ri's eyes involentarily sweep up to the roots of her hair. Crimson red. It wasn't her natural hair color. Ri's natural hair color is brown. Ri can't help but think: 'What if I'm turning into /her/?" She shooes the thought from her mind and simply places a black beanie-like hat on her head. Out of sight, out of mind... Right?

The front door slams from across the house. Fathers home. Ri rushes for the door to greet her father, though in the back of her mind she questions why she does this. The result is only the same. Ri runs in only to find her father having set up different types of alcohol and candles. "Hey dad.." She says, slightly smiling. "Whats all this for?"

No response.

"How was work?"

Still none.

She grits her teeth. "Why won't you talk to me?!"

"Because you're a piece of shit, just like your mother was." Gilber Miller says, annoyed.

Ri was taken aback. Not only had her father noticed her exsistance but he had spoken to her. But what he said about her mother quickly shattered the shock and brought in anger. How dare he? How dare he say such a terrible thing about his late wife, about his daughter? A double ended insult.

Snap goes inside voice. "MY MOM WASN'T A PIECE OF SHIT AND NEITHER WAS I! YOU'RE A TERRIBLE FATHER! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!" Ri had never yelled so loud, so firece. Her hair suddenly changed ever so slightly. The crimson red seemed to have grown, covering more of her brunett hair, but not all. Her eyes had changed-- Not enough to see, but she felt it. The burn as her eyes turned red ever so slightly. Ri assumed the burn as the cause of tears brimming her eyes.

"You've always been a piece of shit. Whether you hate me or love me doesn't affect me." He looks at her. "I was hoping you'd get the hint." His eyes blood-shot from the alcohol he'd already comsumed.

Snap goes the confidence. Ri calmed down enough to stutter, "H-Hint? What h-hint?"

"To get out of this damn house." He says boredly, to calm for him to be joking. "I thought if I neglected you, ignored you, pretended you weren't there, you'd get the hint. I don't want you here. You're a bother and the world would be better off without you. Don't you understand? You, Ri Miller, are a pest that I'm tired of trying to exterminate."

Shock. Anger. Hurt. Shock. Anger. Hurt. Shock. Anger. Anger. Hurt. Shock. Anger. Anger. Anger. Anger.

Hate.

Snap goes the calm. Ri's blood boiled in her veins, she grinded her teeth. The shock and hurt no longer mattered-- Not more than the Anger. Never more than the hate.

Before anything can be done, the door bell rings. Gilbert Miller grins and opens the door for two young and beautiful woman. One blonde, and the other red, they walk in wearing what prostitutes would. It would make sense-- If they were prostitutes. They were just gold-digging vixons, and they'd just found the jackpot.

"What the hell is this?!" Ri exclaims.

"Get out, kid. We have business to talk about." Says the blonde as she rolls her brown eyes.

Snap goes the trust. "BUSINESS MY ASS!" Ri screams then marches up stairs to her room. They pay no attention to the "over-reacting" 16 year old. After all, she was a teen, and teens often react this way-- Or so they thought.

Up in Ri's room she was screaming at the top of her lungs. Pulling off her hat and throwing it across the room, Ri pulls a pillow up to her face and screams even more.

/Kill him./

Her eyes widen. "W-Who's there?!" She asks, though her voice is strained.

/Kill him./

"Who said that?!"

/Destroy him/

"S-Stop it!"

/Kill your father./

"Are you insane?! That's crazy!" Ri plops down on her bed, head in hands.

/Yes./

"Y-Yes what?"

/Insane... Insanity../

Crimson hair and eyes to match, she became real. Insanity. Ri's eyes burned and her hair changed. Why? Why was this happening to her? She screamed from the pain of her eyes. Ri clutched her face. It burned. The insanity burned not only her eyes, but her mind.

Snap goes the sanity.

Ri was no longer Ri; She was Insanity. Crimson hair and eyes to match.

She marched downstairs, garbbing belts from her room. Upon passing the kitchen she grabs the nearest knife. The red-head was the first to go, face cut off. The blonde was next as she met with the same fate. They were then both stabbed to death afterwards. Insanity clutches the faces in her hands as she approches her cowering father who, during the comotion, had emptied his bladder.

"Ri, is that you?" He asks in a frightened tone.

Insanity only chuckles, which turns into a laugh, then a menicing crackle. She throws the faces at Gilbert and laughs harder when he squeals. "Here are your WHORES /dad/." The faces land in front of her father.

He looks up, tounge tied and terrified. "What... What will you do to me?"

Insanity only smiles.

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Excert:

'Gilbert Miller, father of one, brutally murdered along with Marie Townson and Britney Carlile...'

'...Woman had their faces cut off...'

'...Gilbert Miller tied up by belts...'

'...Organs pulled out...'

'...Ears and eyes stabbed by kitchen knife...'

'...Insanity carved into neck, forehead and arms...'

'...Signs show all injuries done while still alive...'

'...Body of daughter Ri Miller, 16, still not found...'

Lines from this morning's news paper echoed through my mind as I lay in bed. "Come on, Tracy, just go to sleep. For the love of God, quit worring and go to sleep." I whisper to myself. Ri Miller... I had known her. She was only someone I had seen day-in and day-out at school. I wander... What happened to her? Was she kidnapped? Had she run away? Or had she... No. Ri Miller wasn't a killer. She wasn't, she couldn't be.

...So why does it scare me to think of her?

'Click.'

My door opened slightly. I was facing away from it, the only way I'd known was because of the light flooding in.

Mom; she must be checking up on me to see if I'm asleep. I'd better fake it if I don't want a lecture. My eyes close and I hear footsteps draw near, then suddenly stop. There's a silence. Confused, I turn around.

No one there.

My heart pounds in my chest and sweat begins to form beads on my forehead. "M-Mom?" I say in a whimper. "W-Who's there?!"

"Insanity."