Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

I honestly don’t get it. I rid the world of a few bad apples, and because of that I will reside in this prison for the rest of my natural life. I’m being looked at as a murderer, and the real monster’s names were kept out of the news. Well, I’ve decided to give those names today. They were James Sutton, Chad Michaels, Todd Garrett, Chase Alexander, Phillip Collins, Spencer Martin, Adam Roberts, Austin Pauly, Dylan Jacobson, Blake Beauford and Zachary Beauford. Judges, police chiefs, mayors, lawyers, Dr.’s, politicians and other high-ranking officials. They all had it coming. Every single one of these married men reached out to my fake account looking for a partner between the ages of ten and sixteen. Those grown ass men with grandchildren older than those ages were looking for sexual partners that could barely write their name. Their wives and children had no idea that their fathers and husbands could be a part of something so vile. The sick shit that they wanted these babies to do to them was stomach turning. They had to die.” Amalia said sweetly.

Im with her so far idk

Do you know how hard she’s going to make my life when she realizes that I’m leaving her for her first cousin?”

Sir ??

“Why can't men just tell the fucking truth. It's OK, Nia, I got your back, girl. He's not gonna get away with cheating on us.” Amalia thought.

“Lady, why are you doing this? I didn’t ask you to do any of those things for me. I didn’t even ask to come in your house. Your ass is crazy.” Amalia slapped Tony so hard his eyes watered. “DON’T CALL ME CRAZY!” Amalia screamed crazily. Her once normal eyes appeared wide and wild. The possessed look made Tony urinate on himself.

He didn’t want to shoot her. He and the inmate had spent several intimate nights together over the years. But he knew what she was capable of. To make it out of this room to return home to his wife and kids, he’d have no problem pulling the trigger on his fuck buddy.

LMAO

“Based on what you shared, you were simply eliminating people of power the way you wish someone had done for you. Is that a fair statement?” Ivory asked. “Yes, it is a fair statement. There was no one to protect me. Yes, I was developed like a woman, but I was still a child. His child, and he went out of his way to let me know that he noticed me. That man had no shame. I thought that dressing in my dead brothers’ clothes would make me less appealing; I was wrong. All it did was entice his sick ass even more. There were even days when he would comment on how much I looked like Brandon. He was enticed and I was disgusted. That was the day I knew my life would be changing,” Amalia admitted.

Isn’t it funny how people are quick to notice when a little girl is being fast, but those same people never notice when that little girl is being molested.”

This !!

Daughters were viewed as competition and therefore not given the love that they deserved.

She hated herself because though she loved us, she didn’t care about the things our father did as long as he kept her bank account padded.”

Jesus

“What did she say?” Ivory asked. Amalia smirked as if she were about to tell the funniest joke before saying, she said, I’m sorry Daniel. I didn’t see anything.

Jesus...

What really fucked me up is the fact that our mother knew what was going on and did nothing to help. I hate those people. Get away from them as fast as you can. They’ll destroy your life. I don’t even want my body returned to them. I’ve requested to have my ashes spread over the Pacific Ocean. Amalia, I'm sorry I couldn't stick around to protect you. I couldn't even protect myself.

The southern comfort, even though it was fake, was the first time I felt true comfort. I thought I was protecting my sanity by escaping to another realm within my head. But in all actuality, the only thing I did was unlock the door that separated sanity from insanity. And since I’m being honest, I liked every moment of it.

“I admire you, Ivory. It must be so nice to have your head on straight. My head is full of shit. So, when I saw a woman that I admired, I told my aunt and uncle that I wanted you to conduct my interview,” “Your aunt and uncle?” Ivory felt like she would pass out. She had no problem putting two and two together. She instantly knew Dale and Eunice were Amalia’s Aunt and Uncle.

I couldn’t have that. So, with my hands covered in her husband’s blood and bits of his entrails, I reached in her mouth with my pliers and ripped her tongue out of her mouth. The gurgling, ripping and tearing was so magical, that I had my second orgasm. Watching Sylvia lose her mind was better than sex. Do you want to know what I did after I finished opening my father up and removing his entrails?”

Uhhh

“Here’s the best part. Once I removed Royce’s skin from his useless body, I brought Sylvia back into the room. When she opened her eyes and saw the masterpiece I entitled, ‘dead and skinless daddy’, she opened her mouth to scream but only gurgles came out. Hard to scream with a freshly ripped out tongue. While she was gurgling and trying to crawl away, I draped his moist bloody skin over her shoulders and forced her tongueless mouth on her husband’s skinless dick. I guess you can call my pretty ass Buffalo Bill,” Amalia laughed so hard that she began to cough. She took pride in breaking her mother down. Even when her father’s body began to fester, putrefy, and produce maggots, she still made her mother do God Awful things to his corpse. In her mind, it was all deserved.

Oh my

Medical records were also discovered for Amalia which showed that she was a clinically diagnosed Paranoid Schizophrenic that suffered from extreme hallucinations & Pseudologia Fantastica, Bipolar Disorder, and borderline personality disorder. It was also discovered based on the medical records that Amalia’s hymen remained intact until she was nineteen. Her tales of rape were 100% false. She was also an only child. Brandon Havoc is believed to be a figment of her imagination. On the table, was a handwritten note that read: “I always wondered if I concocted a tale as to why I murdered my father, would it be believed. Looks like it was. Royce never touched me. I can admit that I am a liar, and the truth isn’t in me. I murdered my father and mutilated my mother, because they were boring. I tortured my mother because I was out of my psyche meds. Good doesn’t live in some people. Or maybe I am crazy. I guess you’re wondering how I wrote this. I told you that prison couldn’t hold me, I come and go as I please. Like Pinocchio said, “I got no chains to hold me down. To make me fret or make me frown. I had chains, but now I’m free. I got no chains on me.” After finding her handwritten note, officers swarmed Annandale Supermax Prison, only to discover that Amalia Havoc had escaped. Sadly, when Sylvia Havoc was informed of her daughter’s escape, the fifty-eight-year-old suffered a massive heart attack. She did not make it. Unfortunately, at this time, the whereabouts of Amalia Havoc a...