Post by Samantha Miller on Nov 1, 2007 1:54:16 GMT -5
This certainly wasn't very good for Samantha's well being. At least not very good for her dark subconscious that wouldn't be fed any longer. Sure she had self-control for the most part, when it was associated with freedom. What would she do now that she locked away like a caged tiger? A caged and hungry tiger, waiting to devour it's prey?
Oh how the twisted laws of America had to fuck everything up. Honestly, she had been doing society a favour and the majority of society agreed with her. Of course it didn't matter what society thought, the government was the one in control certainly not the people.
Though who could blame them? They couldn't bend the laws of the land solely for her could they? Not that the government had never bent the rules for their own well-being, god forbid they do it for somebody else.
Oh well there was no use debating the subject any longer, she was stuck here probably for life. After all, she was a mass murderer even if her victims took the lives of many innocent bystanders it didn't matter.
Damn that bitch Redding. Samantha thought. Oh Redding always suspicious of everything and always so highly suspicious of Samantha. She just had to stick her nose where it didn't belong. Though it had been her fault for not being as meticulous as she usually was, or maybe it was from being over meticulous who knew?
Samantha sat in main office of her knew caged life. She knew more or less what the doctors would say to her, after all she had a minor in psychology. She had to learn to blend in to survive her life. Not that she had done a good job because she was here, waiting to be evaluated most likely.
Samantha picked up the local newspaper that sat next to her. Nice, it was about her. She wondered how many patients who walked these halls had also seen their own articles of their mistakes being published.
Local homicide detective behind mass murders. They make it sound so inhuman, damn media always has to doll everything up. The Police department wasn't doing to well, finding out one of their own and supposed good detective gone wrong isn't making the best impression.
Though it seemed everyone had mixed feelings about it all, some people thought it was a good thing and some didn't. Nobody can ever agree on anything can they? Samantha thought.
Samantha continued reading. It was getting a little boring now but all of it was really ridiculous. “Bull shit” Sam muttered and tossed the paper back on the table. She then heard someone approaching her she wasn't sure yet if it was a doctor or a patient, most likely a doctor but who knew.
Oh how the twisted laws of America had to fuck everything up. Honestly, she had been doing society a favour and the majority of society agreed with her. Of course it didn't matter what society thought, the government was the one in control certainly not the people.
Though who could blame them? They couldn't bend the laws of the land solely for her could they? Not that the government had never bent the rules for their own well-being, god forbid they do it for somebody else.
Oh well there was no use debating the subject any longer, she was stuck here probably for life. After all, she was a mass murderer even if her victims took the lives of many innocent bystanders it didn't matter.
Damn that bitch Redding. Samantha thought. Oh Redding always suspicious of everything and always so highly suspicious of Samantha. She just had to stick her nose where it didn't belong. Though it had been her fault for not being as meticulous as she usually was, or maybe it was from being over meticulous who knew?
Samantha sat in main office of her knew caged life. She knew more or less what the doctors would say to her, after all she had a minor in psychology. She had to learn to blend in to survive her life. Not that she had done a good job because she was here, waiting to be evaluated most likely.
Samantha picked up the local newspaper that sat next to her. Nice, it was about her. She wondered how many patients who walked these halls had also seen their own articles of their mistakes being published.
Local homicide detective behind mass murders. They make it sound so inhuman, damn media always has to doll everything up. The Police department wasn't doing to well, finding out one of their own and supposed good detective gone wrong isn't making the best impression.
Though it seemed everyone had mixed feelings about it all, some people thought it was a good thing and some didn't. Nobody can ever agree on anything can they? Samantha thought.
Samantha continued reading. It was getting a little boring now but all of it was really ridiculous. “Bull shit” Sam muttered and tossed the paper back on the table. She then heard someone approaching her she wasn't sure yet if it was a doctor or a patient, most likely a doctor but who knew.