Our Mental Love

Chapter 12

The hallway was a mess. Papers flew all over the place and fluttered to the ground. A cold whoosh of wind passed by me quickly and I shivered. I took a step into the hallway and saw that the backdoor was open. Another cold wisp of wind flys by me. I stare back at my room unsure to leave. I take another step.

I look around at the littered house. Papers fly everywhere. The sun is shining brightly through the door and I shield my eyes slightly. "AUNTYYY!!!" I shout. "Where is she?" I mumble. I walk around the kitchen and notice a knife and a cutting board on the island. An apple was placed on top of the cutting board. I walk slowly to the island and start to grab the knife slowly. I hear a rustle behind me and twist around quickly. The knife hits something hard and tough. I look at the direction of the knife and see a man holding the knife in his palm. His palm is completely red and the man squeezes the knife harder. I look at the knife worriedly and look back at the man. He looks oddly familiar. I stare at him for a few seconds and realize. He was one of the two men who led Kowa to her room, back in the hospital.

The man's face is covered except for his eyes and his eyes are menacing. He digs even harder and I think to pull it out but that will make it worse.

I try to lightly slip out the knife but he digs even harder. I stare at his red covered hand and think that it can't be any worse. I slide it out furiously and the man screams a loud, deep, bone chilling scream. He grabs his wrist and stares at his bloody and cut palm. His fingers hang limply and the flesh is cut in jagged edges. When he moves, you could see hints of white here and there.

I step back quickly and almost slip on a few papers. The man starts to slowly recover. His body is large and tough.

I gulp nervously and I grab the knife harder than ever. My hand is starting to hurt terribly from the tight gripping. I gulp again but this time it's a little more confident. The knife is dripping blood slowly and has a few pieces of skin attached.

I face it down to the ground but all the man does is stare at me. But it's worse than hurting.

His stare is terrifying yet mad. He looks mad. He looks mad. Mad. M. A. D.