Matthew's P.O.V
"Goddamn straight jacket!" I yell at myself, struggling in the jacket.
It could be worse. I could be in one of those rubber rooms, but I don't think I've reached that level of insanity yet. But I do have some serious problems. I have Schizophrenia. That's why I'm in this hell hole. I murdered my friend. I don't know why. I just did. He came over one day and I just had this sudden urge to kill him. But I can't lie. It was the most fun I've ever had in my life. I still remember each stab. Each scream of pain. The blood covering my hands and staining my clothes. The priceless look my mum had on her face. I almost laugh when I remember my little sister crying her heart out. I also had a brother, but I sliced his throat when he tried restraining me. My heart beats faster when the urge to kill someone comes back. I need their blood.
"Matthew." Dr. Franklin brings me back to this sick reality.
I groan. "You didn't come here to lecture me again did you?"
"No, I didn't. I came to take you outside. Promise to be good?"
I sigh. "I promise." I say with a big smirk on my face.
"But don't even think that we're going to take that straight jacket off of you." He says, leading me out of my room and into the courtyard.
"Hmm. Fresh air. Reminds me of... Death." I chuckle, inhaling thin air.
I look at the others. My lips form into a big smile. They've always been scared of me. And they probably always will.
"What are you all looking at?! We're all loopy in the head here!" I snap at them.
They all jump and walk away. I love to do that. Getting them scared. Looking at the roads in the distance, I press my restrained body against the fence.
"So many people. So many people that can bleed to death. And I'd be the cause of it. I'm getting out of here one day. I'm going to make my escape. Then... I'm going to kill...
