In the last room, on the very top of the insane asylum, there was a book-no, scratch that. It was a journal.
Kree took a step closer and felt air escape her lungs. She walked into the room, and the door slammed behind her!
She screamed and banged the door, but it was all to no avail. The door was locked tight, and the window was barred. Even if the window wasn't barred, it was a straight drop fifteen stories. It was pretty obvious that the only reason why the window had bars was to prevent the occupant from killing him/herself.
Kree was wearing herself down by banging on the door, and she couldn't do it anymore. She slowly sank down into the chair that was in front of the desk.
She stared at the door for a few minutes before she finally turned her attention to the journal. She slowly flipped to the first page, as if she was afraid the book would bite her.

Day 1

They locked me up...again. They think they can just lock me in here like an animal, and I'll never be free. They are wrong...dead wrong.

Kree gulped as she flipped the page.

Day 2

They were stupid enough to send a psychologist in here. They accuse me of killing my family and then send a young, petite psychologist into my room as if they don't realize how blood-thirsty I truly am. What luck-my reward for bad behavior.