get psycho. (open)

[killerQUEEN !]

Natalie had always been referred to as a bit insane. Psycho. But, she couldn't help it. She was just that way. She was walking around, at about ten p.m., she guessed. Why, do you ask? Simply because she was bored and yes, insane. But, that was just her. She breathed and watched her cool breath fade into the cold night.

Murder. She'd never murdered anyone... or that's what she told people. She'd killed a girl before. It was quite the strange story as to why, actually. Again, she was insane. When Natalie was fifteen, she decided she was bisexual. She kept it as a secret to herself at first, afraid it would make people hate her. And, she kept it a secret until she was seventeen. She found someone when she was seventeen that made her want to sing it to the world. Her name was Amy Little. But, Amy wasn't so keen on having Natalie around.

Amy constantly bullied Natalie but Nat was under a spell. She couldn't help but love Amy. The beautiful Amy, with her long blonde hair and beautiful brown eyes. Her curvacious body and preppy persona. It just made Nat quiver with excitement to be around Amy. But, it made Amy full of fear and disgust.

At the age of nineteen, Amy went off to college, so did Natalie. However, Natalie tagged along and followed Amy. Amy got a restraining order.

Natalie continued to stalk her, plotting something amazing. She'd make beautiful Amy love her.

Amy confronted Nat one day and slapped her in the face. "You stupid f*g! Just leave me the hell alone! I hate you!" The words stung the confused Natalie.

Natalie had never felt this emotion towards Amy before -- it was hate. She schemed differently now. When Natalie turned twenty-two, she put the plan into action. She followed Amy home one night and put a gun to her head. "Let's go inside, Amy."

Amy let her in, afraid. Natalie kissed Amy and Amy freaked. "Leave me alone, you freak!" That was not good. Natalie pulled the trigger of the pistol, which was at Amy's temple.

Yes, insane. But, Natalie smiled as she thought back to it. Whatever. She shrugged it off. She pulled at the jacket that was wrapped around her and pulled it closer. It was a white jacket, and she was wearing a green t-shirt underneath it. She also was wearing a pair of blue jeans and black flats.