Old lady Meg walked on a peg. Her eyes as cold and dead as that peg. In the peg lived a little devil. That devil commanded her what to do. But on this day he told her something new. He awoke her.  
“Get up Get Up GET UP!” So she did. She sprang from her bed then asked what to do next.
“What do you think? FIND IT!” Again, she did as the little devil said. As she looked around the small room, her attention went to a tiny coffee table. On the table sat a bowl of fruit. Slowly, she trudged over to the bowl and reached in. The little devil began to scream, “Yes! Get it and do as you are told. Do not fight back. Not that you can”  He chuckled at his own remark.
Then she pulled her hand away from the bowl slowly. Only now she grasped something in her hand. A knife. In her right hand she held a knife. Shiny and large. How could it have gotten there? She never put a knife in the fruit bowl on the coffee table in her small room. Or had she. After all, she didn’t remember the past two days. It was all gone almost like it never happened. Last thing she remembered was laying down to sleep on the 22nd it was now the 24th. She could see the date on the rip away calender that sat beside the bowl. It was almost as if something else had taken over for those two days. She looked down at the knife one more time. Never expecting to see it covered in blood. Stains of dark red practically over took the shiny silver knife. For the first time since she had been awoken, she looked in the mirror. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! The only sound she could make. The knife wasn’t the only thing covered in blood. Thoughts began to race through Meg’s mind. Did I do something bad? Did I hurt someone? Did I hurt myself? What is happening?
“Just wait, the worst is yet to come.” Whispered the little devil.
“no no no no no  NO NO NO NO,” Meg began to scream.
“Not my baby!” She ran to the living room, the floor was covered in blood. In the middle of it all lie 15 year old Lisa Hill. Meg Hill’s daughter. Her long beautiful hair spread out like a bird’s wings. soaked with blood but somehow, Even now, in this horrific state, she was still beautiful.
“I did this. I can’t believe I did this!” Meg’s cries could have been heard from a mile away.
“NO, it was you! Why did you do this!” Meg began to scream over and over at the little devil.
“What do you mean I did this? Do you mean why did YOU do this?”
Meg became silent. Her eyes widened.
“NO you're just messing with my head. I would never do this to my baby!”
“You killed your only child. How do you feel Meg? You killed her, not me. You killed her with that knife, it was you. Not me.”
Meg fell to her knees and looked down. She saw nothing but the spilt blood of her daughter. She was gone. Meg’s only child gone.
“No its all a dream. Please let this be a dream!”
“This is no dream, it’s your own personal underworld. You can never escape, you’re mine now. Because you didn’t get rid of me, she paid the ultimate price.” His evil laughter echoed for what seemed like forever. You see this little devil wasn’t a devil at all. He was a mental illness. Schizophrenia.