Killers Are Quiet When They Seek the Vtae

I was sitting in front of my mirror, I stole my foster moms face powder and started puffing all over my face, I wanted to be a geisha for Halloween, a pretty Japanese dancer...they were beautiful, but I had to make my outfit on my own, so I didn't really look like a geisha, but I had an umbrella, and I made a fan out of paper, I had on my black party dress my foster parents bought me for my 11th birthday, because, for some reason, we were asked to be in the newspaper....anyways, I also had my flip flops on with tube socks...my foster mom came in
"Are you ready yet Auro-AURORA!NO!"My foster mom screamed. I jumped making the powder go everywhere!
"You stupid girl! How many times do I have to tell you to STAY OUT OF MY MAKEUP?!" My foster mom screamed at me. I didn't say anything...I just hung my head in silence....feeling like a fire was burning in me..an unfamiliar thirst for something... something I wasn't sure what it was....she thumped my head, making my nudge a little... the fire in my grew....I look to my left, and saw the only thing authentic for my would of been costume I was going to wear...my metal chopsticks with a rose design on the side....
"You have been NOTHING but trouble since we adopted you!We should of let you father and mother sacrif-"
"Judith! What's taking so long?" I heard my foster father call
"I'm coming! Aurora is staying here! She didn't listen.. again!" my step mother yelled back, staring at me the whole time...my head still hung, hair in my face.
"What ever lets go! She's not really our kid lets go!" My foster dad said
"I'm coming Rich!" She yelled annoyed looking back at the door, but as she looked back
"Now listen here-AHHHHHHHHHH!"She screamed bloody murder as I stabbed her in the jugular with the metal chop stick...I stabbed her over, and over and over and over...no emotion on my face... but damn did it feel good.....
"JUDITH?!" My foster Dad called, I heard him running up the stairs and I ran and switched the lights off in my room....he got to the door, and slowly stepped in, I could see the shadow of his hands, trembling tremendously, his breath shaky and nervous. I crouched like a tiger, and as soon as he flipped the switch he saw his wives shaking, choking body, blood pooling on the floor. He screamed and ran to her, picking her head up. She tried to talk, but she was choking on her own blood. Her eyes grew wide
"Judith? Judith what is it?!" he asked holding her, she couldn't move, she couldn't talk, only cry as I got closer, and closer, until finally, I stabbed him with the chopsticks over and over..... and over... and over.....until they both lay dead in front of me......by this time I could hear sirens.... covered in blood I simply dropped the chop stick and walked outside, waiting for them to take me...it was only 20 minutes later and they ran passed me in the house, screams were heard and I was instantly put into a cop car....where they took me to Smith's Grove asylum....and I met with Dr. Marion Pierce. She would be my psychologist...little did I know...I'd make a friend.....