the knife in my hand.My name is Scarlett. I think I need help; I need to be constantly watched. I'm afraid of what will happen if they let me free like this.I don't think like normal people. How you may ask? ... it's quite complicated actually, but I know I'm not to be classified as the term "normal". The way I think... the monstrous thoughts... I need someone to care about me. Even he thinks about himself more than me. He made my even worst then I was before.I'm a monster now. I don't feel anything. I don't understand pain any more.How can I get my heart back? I have a knife in my hand now.What do I do with it?