"Momma said I'm not crazy" she says with a twisted smile, her yellow teeth exposed against her pale, cracked, chapped lips.
"You killed your mother." the police officer says harshly, tightening the cuffs around her hands, still covered in a sickeningly sticky red liquid. Blood. Her own mothers blood. "That sounds pretty damn crazy to me."
The girl laughs wickedly, sounding both childish and possessed at the same time. It gave the officer chills.
"Me? Kill Momma? Oh, no. No, no, no. Momma is fine."
The officer walks the barefoot girl outside, trying to steer her to avoid the shattered glass. But, the girl steps in it anyway. It pierces her skin and lodges itself deep inside her foot. But, this delusional girl didn't so much as flinch. For all she knew, she could've been walking across satin sheets.
The officer shakes his head disbelievingly. He thinks this girl is entirely nuts. Loco. Off her rocker.
He pushes her into the back seat of his car, her bloodied body now concealed by the glass that held all arrested criminals.
Although, it's hard to think of someone this psychotic as criminal. Criminally insane, maybe.. But, just simply branded as a criminal? That was beyond him. But, he had to do his job. Officer DeMarcus would never forget the look of demented glee on this girls face as he drove her away from the only home she's ever known.
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