Psychotic Bitch

Chapter 1

"Awe why are you crying my dear" he leaned down awkwardly towards my face. I tried to scream through the tape, but it was no use. I kept my eyes fixated on the floor as he stood up straight. "Look at me" I could hear him smirking. I kept my eyes on the floor as if it would mean he wouldn't stare, hoping he would walk away. "Look at me" he said harsher.
I lost my breath as his hand roughly yanked my head upwards. I squeezed my eyes shut, causing the tears to fall faster. His grip on my jaw tightened more than humanely possible. "Open your eyes" he spoke slowly.
I should be the mad one here, I'm the one trapped! I opened my eyes to see him and his big smile. I tried to push myself back, but there was nowhere for me to go, I was already against the wall.
He released my jaw-slamming the back of my head against the wall- and ripped off the tape that silenced me. I let out a loud cry, to which he smiled in satisfaction at. He held his index finger up to his smiling lips slowly.
"What the fuck do you want from me" my voice came out scratchy instead of confident, like I'd wanted it it. He removed his finger and frowned before holding my jaw again.
"You better shut that pretty little mouth of yours up" his words were like venom. Then he pushed my head back against the wall by my jaw again. I immediately went to grab the back of my head, just to yank it back to its original place due to the rope burning against my wrist. They hurt due to the friction, but I wasn't bleeding. "You know what I want" he spoke in a cocky tone.
I went to make eye contact with him, but he was just standing there with the biggest smile I've ever seen, his eyes looking through me rather than at me. Surprisingly, his smile grew bigger as he lifted his shirt. My eyes widened as I saw what he was reaching for. This was it, this was how I was going to die. His hand tightened on the gun as he pulled it out from his pants. He kissed the gun before aiming it at my head. Then he pulled the trigger. 

Over a year ago
"Christina, you need to calm down and listen to me. What I'm going to tell you is very serious" she spoke to me as if I was a child; incompetent in understanding basic words. "Can you just tell me why I'm here? I haven't done anything illegal. Do I need a lawyer?" I wasn't lying, I hadn't done anything illegal, today.
"No, you aren't under arrest. I just need to ask you some questions" she speaks calmly. She sounds like my English Professor; boring. I just sat there, waiting for a response. I guess she was waiting for a response as well because she took awhile before continuing,"have you felt like someone was watching you at any point of time?"
Of course I have, I'm a criminal for Christ's sake! With the paranoia running through my veins and the whole 'running from the cops' thing, I constantly feel the need to look around. "Not necessarily" I choose to say, the less she knows, the better. She frowned a bit, but quickly gathered herself and put back out her unreadable, professional expression.
"There's this man...." she paused. She seemed to be debating on what she could say or where she should start. It's obvious she's walking around eggshells. I nodded and waved my hand around, signaling for her to hurry. "Let's cut the bullshit, someone's out for you Christina. We've been looking for him for awhile now. He's escaped the asylum not too far from here and he's looking for you" there was no question she was a detective; one moment she's caring the next she's cracking eggs.
"We will have our men on you at all times. They're very good at what they do, you won't even notice them. However, he's very good at what he does" she states slowly. "He's insane? You want me to believe you could help me...against an insane man? What does he even want from me" I question, waving my hands around to express my exasperation.
"I'm not sure, maybe he just wants a partner in crime" she snaps back. I raise an eyebrow at her, which only encourages her to follow through with her though, "I know your history Marie. We aren't looking to arrest you though" she stated. I squinted my eyes at her "you have nothing on me." This conversation is so unprofessional, for both of us; playing dumb would waste both of our time though.
She laughed a bit, and obviously sarcastic one because that's what people like her do, people who feel like they have power but in reality are just pawns in the big game. "We don't know why he wants you. We don't want to find out either. All we need to do is find this man and make sure he is back in an asylum" she spoke. "Okay" I respond blankly. I don't know what she expects me to do! I have no clue who this guy is nor do I want to, I don't need a partner in crime, especially if he's batshit crazy.
She looks behind her, answering my suspicion that people are watching behind the glass. "You're quite calm. This man is insanely smart and manipulative, you're in great danger Christina. I don't think you understand that" she explains, speaking to me as if I'm a child. I stand up from out of my chair and exasperate, "I understand that, now may I go? I do have a life to attend to." She nods before opening the door for me, understanding that I'm not going to budge and she cannot hold me here for what she wants to discuss.
"And I don't need your men" I firmly state before I walk away. I heard her muffled voice complaining behind me. If she wants to be a brat I'll play one too. I rush out to my car and drive away as fast as I can. I need to move. I need to leave. I can't have sharks on me 24/7. How am I supposed to make a living? How am I supposed to be okay? If I cannot do what I love I'll be in an asylum.

I sigh, looking at my new place. It wasn't anything nice, but it will do. I mean it's not like I could just move back in with my parents, I'm 20, that's embarrassing. I could never embarrass my parents like that. Plus, it's not like I need them. If I went crawling back, all of their stuck up friends would question it. Oh, and I would be questioned every day! I just can't live that type of life. However, life on the run, I can take.
This agitating ringing shoves me out of my pity party. "Hello?" I immediately regret answering when my mother's raving voice rings in my ears. "What happened? Why were you taken into custody? What have you done" she bombarded me with questions. How the-
I'm going to fucking kill whoever gave her all of this information. "Mom, I haven't done anything. That's not why I was in there" I state. "Some crazy dude is out for me. They just wanted to make sure I was safe" I exclaim, moving my hands around even though nobody can see me.
I hear her scoff into the phone and have to stop myself from doing the same. "Then why did you up and move again Marie? Sounds guilty to me! And what do you mean someone is after you? What did you get yourself into? We can't keep doing this! You need to let the law do their job! Running away is going to get you burned, just let someone help you for once!"
Did those assholes leave anything out? "I moved for my safety. I'm going to keep it low for awhile. Stop calling mom, I don't want to put you in danger" I hang up. Who's we? There was never a we. There was a me and my siblings. She doesn't get to say we, I get to say we.
I'm going to fucking kill that bitch! That stupid fucking cop couldn't get to me so she'll get to them? Is that even allowed? Did they think I'd just listen to whatever my mom tells me to do? What a joke!
I rush out of my place straight out to my car. I sigh once I'm in my car, defeated, realizing I can't go back. If I go back to them, they'll surely follow me back. She'll get what's coming to her though. Next time I'll give her a piece of my mind.
I feel like my mom knows more about this stupid situation than I do. What even is his name? What does he look like? God I'm so fucking stupid! This man could walk up to me and I wouldn't know! I'm so fucked.
It's only been 3 hours and they called my mother. How serious could this guy possibly be? I mean he did escape an asylum. 

I could do that.

In my dreams...