Psychosis

Amaya's Past

I look around, making sure the blurry people are gone. 

Its all in my head...its all in my head...they can't find me...its all in my head... 

I rocked myself back and forth. 

I start to remember the things of my past... 

Why did I kill the ones who gave me life? They even said I was insane...my...family turned against me...those people treated me like an animal...guinea pig... 

8 YEARS AGO 

I was only seven... 

Everyone made fun of me. 

"Your face is stupid!" 

That was Rin...before I killed her. 

"You put make up on your head to make up your mind!" 

That was Seiku. 

"I think we all know what she wants for Christmas!" 

That was my teacher...in my second grade year. 

"Look at me when I talk to you!" 

That was a guy named Hiro...also in my second grade year. 

The teacher made fun of me...I didn't get my two front teeth until fourth grade. 

Everyone laughed at me...all but two. 

The girl...she went by the name Sakura. 

The guy, was Shang. 

I always sat alone in the corner of a building and cried...my heart ached for a caring heart. 

"Move back beside me!" 

That was Hiro again... 

I looked at the ground. 

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" 

He reached for my arm and grabbed tightly. 

I bit him... 

He bled and screamed. 

I found a pencil lying on the ground and stabbed him in his neck. 

Blood...the color fascinated me. 

That...color...so pretty...does he have more? 

He dropped to the ground in pain. 

I stood over him, as I almost attacked him again, I was pulled back by three cops. 

I was in the police car, the back seat. 

The cops arrived at my house, and talked to my parents. 

As the cops told them, my mother covered her mouth in shock, my father sighed and looked away. 

Then they both looked at me after the cop said something. 

My mother nodded, as did my father. 

They opened my door, I was handcuffed. 

"Honey...they're gonna take you to a place where you can get better." 

My mother always had a way with words, but this confused me. 

"Why? I'm fine aren't I mama? I'm not sick." 

"Well...just do what the people say." 

I teared up. 

"M-mama...don't...let me go...I wanna stay with y-you...a-and daddy."