Parker casually walks into the police station as this was now a part of his daily routine. Spending the past few days with Scarlett only seemed to peak his interest in her more.

The composition was coming together quite well, between his artistic flare for storytelling and her life journey, viewers were soon in for a treat.

"Where's Ms. Diaz?" Parker questions an approaching officer after seeing the chair Scarlett usually occupies empty.

"She had an altercation with one of the prison guards and is currently in the infirmary. She won't be making your'lls little sessions for some time." The officer quipped before walking away.

"We were pressed for time as is, dammit." Parker banged his hand against the wall causing him to get the Captains attention.

"What's all this ruckus in my station?"

Parker explained his predicament to Captain Knowles whom couldn't care less.

"You'll have to take matters up with the warden, but I highly doubt he will let you visit her."

"What if I get clearance from the commissioner himself?"

"You're going through an awful lot of trouble to see this women."

"I'm doing my job."

"Be careful Mr. Cunnings, don't fall for a dead women walking."

A few hours later

Scarlett wakes up in agony, shackled to the infirmary bed.

"Easy there Diaz." A familiar voice echoed.

Scarlett's eyes adjusted to the luminescent lights and immediately found Parkers, looking gently at her.

"Parker?"

"What happened to you?"

"Shanked by one of the prison guards. Someone in one of my victim's circles paid them off. I'm not supposed to have any visitors, how are you here?"

"Well for one, the warden is the male equivalent to a bitch but I got the commissioner to stronghold him into letting me see you.

"All that trouble for little old me?"

"You're, I mean your story is worth it."

"Let's get started then, before the aspirin kicks in." Scarlett jokes.

"I think it's time to move onto your high school years, after all that's when you met most of your victims."

"I was your typical nerd, uniform baring no skin, pony tail and glasses and to make matters worse the teacher's pet. I was bullied, picked on and slut shamed by a specific group of so called popular girls. This all sounds like something out of a cliché teen movie but in actuality it was my life. Rumours spread like wildfires, I did have a few people in my corner and I'm not going to lie, they made the days bearable for me but somehow good things didn't last for me."

"Tell me about Jacob Turner."

"The schools star athlete and my first boyfriend. We had being friends for some time and he enjoyed my geeky aura. We fell in love which resulted in him constantly having to defend and come to my aid. I was a social outcast, nobody could see what he did in me. There were moments I felt insecure, like I wasn't good enough for him. The usual girl craze 'I'm not pretty or skinny enough'."

"What happened next?"

"I would eat one meal a day, when I came home from school. I used to give my lunch away to some of the needier kids. Nobody noticed, in fact my family was happy that I had being losing weight. They too had ridiculed me for the way I looked. Jacob did reassure me by doing the sweetest of things and that made things easier, I can't believe I needed a man to make me feel worthy."

"It sounds like what you two felt was real. Why did you kill him?"

"Because after almost 2 years of dating, he cheated on me with the girl that made it her mission to make my life a living hell."

"So that explains why you ripped his heart out of his chest, because you felt he did the same to you."

"Ding, ding, ding. Correct."

"Did you ever contemplate suicide?"

"Once maybe twice a month."

"What stopped you?"

"My pride, honestly I understand why people do it. Been pushed so close to the edge that what lies below you looks better than what's behind you but I just couldn't do it. I would harm myself in other ways just to feel something, so that the physical pain would mask the emotional but that wasn't the answer."

"Tell me more about these popular girls."

"Sarah Peters, Aaliyah Burgess, Andrea Cooper. God I hated them. Not only because they had hurt me on a daily basis but because they were enjoying life and that's something I wasn't doing."

"First you went after the people closest to them such as partners and parents. Was this some sort of symbolic warning or did you want them on edge, paranoid?"

"Simply put, I wanted them to have emotional scars before I left physical ones on them. Why do you think there was no pattern to my killings? Everyone grieves differently and once they felt happiness was attainable once more I snatched it away."

"Why the draining of blood? Isn't it a bit of a messy job?"

"Ah yes, but it was worth it. Have you ever donated blood Parker?"

"Yes, on multiple occasions."

"And how do you feel afterwards?"

"Lightheaded, weak, overall sick to be honest."

"That's after they take what 3 vials?"

"Yes."

"Now take those feelings and multiple it by each drop of blood leaving someone's body. The pain as one and all of their organs start fighting for what's left, the frailest shutting down slowly. The smell of iron making their stomachs turn but being too out of it to actually do anything. The agony and disorientation experienced, like taking breaths in an oxygen less room or trying to breathe underwater. I wanted them to be weak and see the light or whatever hope was left go out."

"What other sick thoughts crossed your mind to make them pay?"

"Burying them alive seemed like a good idea but I wouldn't have enjoyed or got much satisfaction not hearing their screams. Plus the whole thing seemed too played out."

"You take great pride in being depraved."

"Did you expect something else? Perhaps a guilt ridden soul?"

"I don't believe you have a soul."

"I do and because of it I've learnt that the only way to reform people is by killing them."

"Is that why you are not fighting your death sentence?"

"Or maybe I'm just tired of fighting."