Psychopathic

~Chapter 15~

insanity:
the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness

The days until Saturday went by in a blur of pain medication and scared nurses. Tilly and Michael hadn't visited again. They were out helping Jocelyn Franks and Dr. Irwin with something. While I was there. In a hospital. Which no one but the old guy next to me in the ICU. He looked like he was going to die any minute. Soon they brought me into a normal room. I didn't know why, but they had acted confused when they realized I was healthy enough to be moved to a normal room. I was assuming that that was a problem to deal with later. At the moment it was my father I was worried about.

Why had he done this to me? Surely I had already been his son. No matter how much I was disgusted by it, this guy's blood was my blood. Why had he felt the need to make me 100% mentally insane? And why had it only hit me once I was in high school? I needed to know. No man can be that sick, especially to his son. Then again, what would I have been like if I hadn't massacred that high school? I would've never met Tilly, but then again, Michael wouldn't have been mute for about four years, give or take.

"Psst," a quiet whisper came to my attention, ripping me from my rambling thoughts flowing through my head. I turned my head to see a kid about my age, maybe a bit younger. He was missing a leg. His hair was almost to the point of baldness, but I soon assumed that he must've been passed chemo therapy. "You're the one who apparently isn't insane, right?"

"Er, I guess?" I didn't know how to talk to him without sounding like I was sorry for him. He tilted his head. He was thinking about me for a second. It was like he was deciding whether to befriend me or not.

"I'm Jason," he still had a deciding look on his face. "Named after the Jason in Greek mythology."

"Do you like Greek Mythology?" I questioned, desperately trying to find a common interest to talk about. I didn't want to sit in the room in awkward silence for the next two days.

Jason nodded, "Yeah, I especially like the Percy Jackson series -"

"FUCK YEAH, PERCY JACKSON SLAYS!" I coughed. Where had that random outburst come from? "Uh, yeah. I like that series, too."

"I didn't know serial killers read Percy Jackson."

"I didn't know the tomato was a fruit."

"What?"

"I thought we were naming things off that we were confused about but," I stopped myself. "I'm sorry, maybe these meds have me high or something."

"Probably, but it's fine," Jason smiled. "It's nice to have someone to talk to."

...

Saturday came too fast. It went by fast. Nurses and doctors rushed in and out of the room. Everyone was in an odd sense of panic and curiosity. The doctors all checked to make sure I was okay to leave. Completely healed. I was no doctor, but I knew that something was up with my immune system. I even felt strange. The pounding in my head had completely dissolved into a slight headache.

"You're leaving me already, huh?" Jason didn't look too ecstatic. The friendship that had formed between Jason and I within just a few days of talking. "Ah, well, I'm used to it."

"Don't say that, Jason," I felt even worse once he had said that. He's used to it. That's the most depressing thing that anyone could possibly say to a person. It's just that nobody notices it unless they've said it themselves. "I'll come back here. I just have to go and do something really important first."

All Jason said was, "Sure, okay."

I've broken promises before. But I promise you, I won't forget. I don't want to lose a friend. I won't make that mistake again.

Hey so this was kind of a filler chapter to help lead up to the last few chapters. Anywho, expect another update as planned unless otherwise indicated. :)