Crazy, insane, mentally unstable, all words used to describe someone like me. They have no clue just how wrong they are. My name is...well that's not really important now is it? You'll find out what my name is soon enough. "Vickie," the nurse calls my name as she walks into the room. I turn my head to acknowledge her and whip back around almost wishing I hadn't turned my head when I smelled the blood. Great they sent the cutter to give me meds I think...