Don't Call Me Crazy

by Octavia Grant

What Meredith didn’t know, is most people preferred not to work with the brother/sister duo because of their need for the macabre. The NDA that they made their staff sign, protected their dark side. Meredith had no way of knowing that she had sent her best Anchor into the Lion’s Den.

“I’m quite sure you’ve had ample time to read all about the havoc, no pun intended, that I’ve caused. If you still need more time to read, send me back to my cell, so I can finish watching Pinocchio,” Amalia advised sweetly. She stared directly into Ivory’s eyes while giving her a pleasant smile. The same award-winning smile she wore in her mugshots.

“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.

Us? Girl what

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.

Life has taught me that the people closest to us are normally the people we have to watch the closest.

“I went as far as my insanity told me to go. It was very therapeutic. But here’s the good part, I went online and found a video on the proper way to de-skin wild game. I used the same practice to expertly remove the flesh from his loathsome carcass. He always said he wanted to wear my skin. So, I assumed that meant he no longer wanted to wear his own. As far as his organs, I ate a few just so I could shit it out onto him.” Amalia threw her head back and laughed. She always thought cannibalism was somewhat humorous.