I stepped outside for the first time, breathing in the crisp autumn air, my clothes covered in blood. I start grinning ear to ear as blood drips from my mouth. I start laughing like a psychopath as I look down at my blood stained hands. “What have I done?” I say laughing even harder as tears stream down my face “WHAT HAVE I DONE?!” I yell out as if someone would respond. I fall to my knees putting my face in my hands. The laughter soon turns into crying as I whisper “I’ve gone mad.”