It is 11:38 now and I am prepared to make my move. As I enter in through her basement window I feel a gust of cold air, and I know it is Emma’s presence with me. I make my way up the stairs and quietly enter her house. There, lying on the couch, is the beautiful girl who will soon be in my backyard with the rest of the 17 victims. My favorite way to kill is to cut. It makes the pain last. I stand there for a couple minutes admiring her beauty, then I begin. As I insert the knife into her side I feel overjoyed. I mean, this is what I live for. Her eyes shoot open with horror and she releases a piercing scream. Any other person would have been affected by the scream, but this is something I’ve gotten used to. As she tries to fight me off I continue to stab; she is no challenge. Ten minutes later I am finished. My blood stained hands make me elated but then things change. There, standing in front of me, is Emma. It’s different this time. It isn’t just like a dream, it’s real, more real than I’ve ever seen her. “Garret, you’ve done well.” she said. I don’t know how to react. I mean, this isn’t a dream anymore and I can actually answer her, but something is wrong. I am frozen. Emma stares at me with her forceful eyes, and that’s when it happened. My hand raises on its own. I grab my knife. I can’t stop the power that is running through my body. I feel like I’ve lost complete control of myself. As Emma looks into my eyes I realize everything. Maybe this isn’t real. Maybe what has happened is all my fault. Suddenly, Emma disappears, the knife is gone and I’m just sitting here in a white room. Where am I?